I LOVE where they live. Love it. It's in Knoxville but seriously it's more of a tandem of Lake Red Rock, which is the largest lake in Iowa, which means...wildlife. Like, deer. Everywhere. All-the-time. My father in law says he sees coyotes running around in speedy, silver groups. If you're there in early spring, you can look up and see bald eagles and where they are nesting. All you have to do is walk less than half a mile to see these majestic birds, and just walk anywhere to see any other wild animal. I love it...and couldn't wait to actually run through the closed (for winter) campgrounds. Just me, my music, looking for deer. Running.
I put on my cold gear, which was too much, I knew I was going to be hot, but it didn't mind. Off I go. Now, I'm out running and about to enter the campground, and notice the gate is wide open. This fall, the weather has been SO nice, nice enough to allow people to drive in and walk or run, even hike the awesome trails...so the park isn't really 'all' mine, and that's fine, I can share.
I'm noticing my run is more 'labored' than usual, I blame the Thanksgiving meal and my lunch that day. I always say "fuel your runs", because it's so true. Crappy food = crappy run. (but really it was ok, and totally worth it). I have both ear-buds in, just like I'm not supposed to but there is zero traffic, and as always I'm focused on my surroundings and aware of when loud, little red trucks with chain-smoking men are about to pass me. Stupid truck has now ruined my 'only me' run, but it's a big campground, so whatever.
I'm finding my groove and look up ahead to see a
Of course I have to run up that hill again, and now who's parked AT THE BOTTOM OF THAT HILL? Are you kidding me? My mind races and I think to call my husband, but I know his phone is downstairs and off. I look right and left and there are huge ravines
I run down the hill. I pass him...but now his truck is slowly rolling WITH ME. WHO DOES THIS? I died. My arms went numb and I quick turned left into an RV camping area, he is still on the main road...I think. I walk through that camping loop and when I want to leave, he's parked outside that loop. I march up to him and pull out my phone and take a picture of him. I shout "WHAT?!?!?! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Him: "I'm just waiting for my wife, she is walking our 6 pound dog". (he chuckles when he says 6 pound dog like that's cute or something)
Me: "She's not right here, get away from me".
I walk in front of the truck and take another picture of him behind me.
I use every fiber of my being to get out of that park as fast as I could. I never saw him again. Creepy fucker.
I realize he quite possibly was there to walk his wife or dog or whatever, but he did harass me. I wasn't there for his entertainment. Maybe he missed that memo.
Ended up being over 5 miles of physical endurance and 10 lifetimes of mental strain.