We're not in Weaverville anymore, Tahoe...

On my run this morning, I wanted to take a new loop that would end up at Food Lion to get some (ahem) Cranberry Juice. (As a side note, in the land of Harris Teeter, Whole Foods, and Fresh Market, I’ve heard Food Lion referred to as ‘a discount grocery store’ and ‘Food Dog’ – these people have never even seen a GO grocery). On this run, I took a possibly sketchy street. The boarded windows and “No Trespassing” signs should have tipped me off, but instead it took a nice black man who stopped his car, rolled down the window and said, “In case you didn’t know, this isn’t an area of town you should be walking around in.” Instead of replying, “Oh, yea, I knew that. I have a death wish.” I replied “Really? Thanks.” I should clarify, too, that due to the bum knee, I am run/walking to get back into shape. After the warning, I decided it was time to run all the way home. I guess that the days of leaving the door unlocked and having to run/walk because I stopped to talk to the Weavervillians are over. Maybe I’ll start paying attention to those forwarded emails about situations women get themselves into and ingenious ways they get out of it….