So, here is where I wanted to run this morning:
And here is where I ran instead:
I would much prefer trail running. But two women with huge dogs decided that would be a good place for their horse-like dogs to frolic, unrestrained by human devices of control such as leashes. So I ran up the new subdivision sidewalk, past the netted hay, holding down the grass seed. And as I ran back down, the women had left the trail where I wanted to run and were heading up the sidewalk. Their dogs growled at me. I growled back, with my pepper spray in my hand.
Dogs and rapists. Once you have been attacked by either, your life changes. Things that seem innocuous to others suddenly seem ominous to you. It is a lifetime's work to live as normally as you can.
Cell phones and pepper spray. These are the things that enable me to leave the house and run in remote areas, all by myself. Probably these things are just props and would be of little use if something actually happened, but they make me feel better.
And a loving God who takes care of me in spite of me.
Most alcoholics have had very interesting lives. The fact that we are alive to talk about them is an incredible testimony to the power of God.