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.
The Open.
15 years ago
