Tuesday, December 1, 2009

My own turkey trot...

When I go back to Houston to visit my family, I usually try to sneak in a run or a workout. And my runs usually involve my old route that I have been doing since high school. It is around 3 miles. My "old route" officially changed one day in March of 2006. Please read here for the story.

Yep, 6 months prego, with my two year old and dog. He said he stopped because I was hot and he wanted to have sex with me. REALLY? Trust me, I was not looking that good...as you can imagine. And he had a knife in the car. Bastard.

Anyway, back to the run. When I get to a certain point at the end of my route, I always get deja vu when I turn to walk down my street because this is where I saw him drive down my street and turn around to come try to take me. Always freaky.

I am pretty proud that I fought him of and defended myself, my daughter, and my unborn daughter. But, these days I bet he would most certainly get his ass KICKED if he even tried.

My 3 miles was was 26:02 long Thanksgiving day.

2 comments:

  1. Wow that was an interesting and tear filled read there..What you went through is exactly why I became a Krav Maga Instructor....

    I am sorry you and your daughters (born and unborn) had to experience that. It makes me cry inside everytime I read about someone going through that stuff.

    I am thankful you and your girls made it through it all safely...

    Thank you for sharing,

    Ryan

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  2. Thanks! I hope I never have to go through it again. Not fun! And I just hope that guy doesn't do something to somebody else. Usually these guys are repeat offenders, unfortunately.

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