OK. So. I was running last night when it occurred to me that I could drop over dead (it was extremely hot) and no one would know who I was. I don’t wear any identification. And then I thought about my poor kids and hubby who wouldn’t know I dropped over dead and might think I ran away because, of course, I would never return home to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator to drink while I walked the dog around the block and cooled down. But then maybe there would be a story in the newspaper about a Jane Doe being found along with a description of my black Nike running shorts with pink stripes, pink tank top and Saucony sneakers and my husband would recognize these clothes and realize that Jane Doe was actually me and that, of course, I would never run away because I love him and the boys too much and how could he even think that for a second and he should be ashamed of himself. But then he would have a heart attack because he was so upset and the kids would have one parent in the hospital and the other in the morgue and my husband would have to wait until he was out of the hospital to hold my funeral service in the church with all of the hymns that I wanted and... the stupid stuff I think about when I run sometimes. I’m exhausted just writing about it. Ugh! Next time, happy thoughts.