"Turn around, RUN!!!"

Alright, so far I'm sticking with this whole running thing. I realize I'm still in desperate need of an attitude adjustment, but I'm not going to quit, damn it. I can't. I won't. I rule. :)

Back to the trials and tribulations of Brooke. Last Friday, the 6th, I was just starting my 6 mile run. I decided to take a new route and run to Husky Stadium and back to my house on the Burke Gilman trail. It was a BEAUTIFUL day and I was ready to explore some new terrain. Little did I know, the universe had something different planned for me. As I was trudging along, counting my footsteps as I ran (something I do to keep my whackadoddle mind busy), I saw a police car zoom past me - siren blaring, lights flashing. I didn't think much of it; by this time I was in the U District and the police run rampant there. About 5 minutes passed and a policewoman jumped out of the bushes at me and screamed "Turn around!! RUN!!!!!" Holy crap, I'm fairly certain I soiled myself. She literally scared the beejesus out of me (I saw the beejesus float away like a lost balloon at a child's birthday party). I turned around and started running in the other direction. I looked up and noticed 4 helicopters (I was too busy counting steps earlier to even notice the helicopters) and then 3 more police cruisers whizzed past me. "What in the hell?" I thought. I was scared, but damn it, I had 5 more miles to run. So I ran in the other direction - my same old standard route. When I was done I realized that I ran 6 miles in 62 minutes. That's not going to seem very fast to you speed demons out there, but for me, it's pretty amazing. I think the adrenaline from the policewoman startling me aided my run and gave me that extra nudge to "haul ass," as my roommate would say.

Turns out the coppers were chasing bank robbers and I was lucky enough to step right in the middle of the chaos. I was so oblivious as I was running that I'm fairly certain one of the robbers ran right past me - I thought to myself "why is he wearing jeans?" I'm so brain dead sometimes...

So what did I get out of this whole experience, you ask? I now run around looking for crimes in progress, run in the middle of the rigmarole, get freaked out by cops, and have the best run of my life. Speed Demon Brooke, here I come!

Tonight's run is only 5 miles. I wonder where I should run...Tacoma? White Center? Hilltop?
Where did I put my Kevlar vest??

Peace.