One of the problems running really early in the morning is that I have to go to bed really early at night! Thus, I tend to miss out on a lot of the action that seems to take place in the wee hours of the night, or in my case, after 10:00 p.m.
You might find it interesting to know that I am scared of the dark. A chicken, a scaredty cat, a wuss, you name it. Yet, I run in the blackest dark of the morning....fearless. I've even caught myself running next to a cemetery with no qualms whatsoever. There is something very different about the dark of the early morning versus the late night dark that allows my biggest fears to escape me.
In the mornings, my biggest trepidations are loose dogs or other crazy runners, but not Crazy Legs. By this time, the night time riff raff has already taken place and the hoodlums are either in bed or in jail.
So when I left the house early Saturday morning and noticed a very awkward 'wetness' to the our front door, I knew that yet again, I had missed out on some late night shenanigans. There was obviously nothing I could do at this point, so I drove 30 minutes to the lake, ran my 12 miles and came home to realize we had been the victims of a mindless, teenager-inflicted house egging! BLECH!
I couldn't wait to tell my husband but it turned out that he couldn't wait to tell me about all the action I had missed out on once again!
I love my husband for many reasons. He's smart, funny, dresses well, he's tidy, a great dad and very helpful. But what I really love about him is his ability to be a total BAD ASS when he needs to be. With him on my side, I know I am completely protected and I always know I'm in good hands.
And this is how it all went down....or at least how I was told it all went down.
11:30 p.m. - Some shuffling noises at the front door. Ced becomes suspicious.
11:35 p.m. - A loud bang against the door. Ced immediately pops up to investigate while I'm on dream number three. He opens the door to find smashed eggs, ketchup, chocolate sauce and some foul-smelling bag. We were obviously dealing with amateurs. At least use some dark chocolate!
11:37 p.m. - Ced walks up and down our block, cursing under his breath. He's HOT!
11:40 p.m. - Ced arrives back at our house and prepares himself for Round Two as two mysterious cars slowly start driving down our block. "Hehehehe..is that it? Is that the house?"
11:41 p.m. - Ced conveniently walks out the back door, dressed and ready for battle, as the teens make their second attempt to deface our house. The cars pull up...more laughter....but not for long.
Ced shoots out of the back of the house, down the driveway and puts the KIBOSH on their pathetic and feeble second attempt. Just like those two senseless thieves in Home Alone, their eyes widen, they drop everything and the foot race is on. He chases them down the street as they make a mad dash to get into the 'get away' car and speed off.
It should be well noted that Ced is very athletic and ran track back in his day. If he really wanted to catch them, he could have easily. But something tells me scaring the living crap out of them was more worth it. I'm pretty sure that there is some kind of poop story here, and thankfully, this one has nothing to do with running and does NOT belong to me!
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