On Friday morning I decided to get outside and exercise extra early because I had a lot to do that day. I usually get up at 4:30 a.m., blog and write for two hours and then exercise from 6:30 a.m. until 7:15 a.m. On Friday, I headed out the door at 5:40 a.m. to exercise.
I had walked one leg of my walk and was headed back in front of my house. I glanced over at my neighbor’s property and saw what I thought was a cat. I thought to myself, “I haven’t seen that yellowish color cat around before,” and kept walking. When I came back in front of the house again the cat-thing was still sitting there. I stopped walking, looked very closely and realized:
That Is Not A Cat – That Is A Coyote!
Well, I walked a few paces and then ran as fast as my legs could carry me up my driveway and into my house, yelling for my dog the whole time. If you could have seen me you would have laughed your head off.
I grabbed my binoculars and peered through my window from the safety of my family room. Sure enough, the cat-coyote stretched and bounded off into my neighbor’s woods. I soon heard their gigantic Bouviers barking and knew that coyote was gone. (Not dead, just ran off!)
Should I have run? I don’t know. I don’t think coyotes generally attack humans, but he scared me. Later, I got to thinking about how I ran like I have never run in my life when I was afraid he would hurt me or my dog.
It made me think again about the period of my life when I was morbidly obese and there was nothing in this world that would get me to exercise. It wasn’t until I became afraid for my life that I started walking and then running for my life. And I’m so glad I did.
Has anything ever spurred you into running for your life? Diane