Almost road kill

Yesterday morning I met up with Jen for our morning run. It was a beautiful morning. It was really peaceful. The temperature was slightly warmer and large snow flakes were gently falling down. We started off at Lake Harriett and worked our way a quarter of the way around Lake Calhoun. Then, through the darkness, a random car drove off the road, up onto the grass, glanced a large rock directly to our right and sped less than 10 feet in front of us onto the running path. It kept going down the path until it turned and burned its way back to the street, but only after hitting two more trees.

Our initial reaction was…OH MY GOD, we almost got hit. We could have been killed. Did they want to hit us? Did they fall asleep behind the wheel? Did they have a heart attack? We didn’t know. All we knew was that we wanted to run, and run away from the car as fast as we could.

We were less then 10 feet away from being taken out of this world, leaving six small children and two husbands collectively between the two of us. Had we been running a touch faster, we could have been hit. Had we not stopped to tuck my hat into my back pocket, we could have been hit. Had we not taken a few minutes to adjust our socks before we started, we could have been hit. We were steps away from not walking back into our own homes that morning.

Later on that day, after I talked about the run with my family, CT hugged my leg, looked up at me and said, “Mama, you would have ruined Christmas if you didn’t come home. I love you, please don’t ever not come home.”

I’ll do my best little buddy, I’ll do my best.

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