I never really pegged myself as a runner. I am 6'2" and 160 lbs., so everybody just assumes that I would be good at things like basketball and running. To be honest, I am quite horrid at basketball, but running is great.
It had never occurred to me to try running. I was originally talked into running by a friend. It kind of sucked. He was like "hey man, wanna go run a five with me tonight?" Being unfamiliar with running, I didn't know that with no experience and no training, five miles in hilly terrain would be stupid. I said yes.
It was horrible and fantastic all at once. Needless to say, I kept running.
I talked the roommate into running with me. He's slowly but surely becoming a lover of running. While visiting family over the summer, we happen to be in the same city. He was hanging out with me at my parents' one night recently and we decided to go for a run in the morning. When we were about to leave, my family was indisposed.
My car was blocked in in the drive, so I grabbed the keys to the car in back and left my keys behind in their place. We went to a trail and ran 4 miles. We returned to the house without thinking anything of it.
Now, when you come out of the shower, and you find this:
Your house is in order.
Your college age son is gone.
His car keys aren't gone.
Your car is gone.
His car is here.
We live down the street from a police officer and the sheriff's father.
In the time we've lived here, to my knowledge, there have been no break-ins or car thefts in our neighborhood.
What is your first reaction? Mine is "Oh, he must have gone somewhere and borrowed the car because I blocked his in the driveway."
As it happens, that is not the conclusion to which he came.
My father's greeting to me upon returning home was, "I called the cops and reported the car as stolen...You explain this to them."
Everything turned out alright.
I can hear the radio chatter now, "Be on the lookout for a small SUV, it is most likely being driven by two college men drenched in sweat wearing nothing but shorts and running shoes.
