Fog

Creepy, wispy, blinding fog. There's nothing more scary at 5 o'clock in the morning than walking in fog.

Determined to stick to my commitment to walk every morning, I wasn't about to let some left over mist deter me two days in a row. Though I had flashes of "An American Werewolf in London," I braved the familiar but darkened country road...a road I've walked a million times. So why the increased heart rate? I'm not THAT out of shape!

Of course...the reason's obvious....as obvious as the nose on my face (that I couldn't see in the FOG!)

No one likes walking when they can't see what lies ahead.

I did take along a flashlight, but more for my safety than to actually see. (Cars and trucks race by on our roads, not thinking to slow down over the hills and curves.) Knowing a driver would see my light, I felt a little safer.

I'm sure if I had someone walking with me, I would have felt even more secure. But who likes to get up THAT early? Sure, I could have harnessed our dog, Jenna. But even she acted like she wanted to sleep in.

I hope the fog doesn't return again tomorrow morning, but if it does, I will take my walk anyway. I'm committed. I have made up my mind. I have my flashlight. I will walk the road--familiar or not--and even if I can't always see what lies ahead.