I know way too many people here right now that I didn't know last year, who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back but I just can't remember it all. What am I doing, what am I doing? Oh yeah that's right, I'm doing me.

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28 February 2011 // creeptastic
Sometimes in Crew we're forced into doing things that aren't practical, and as a result are usually dangerous. For instance we had to run the loop twice, which is about 3.6km. In the dark. I never realized how sketchy UMBC really is at night (or should I say super early in the morning?).

To be fair, we also had the option of running around the indoor track 60 times. Yes 60. Meaning I would have lost my god forsaken mind, snapped, and punched a baby from the monotony - don't ask why there's a baby at the RAC. But now I'm seeing that the 60 laps would have been much safer.

While running we all get separated, as usual. Some of us (like myself) just aren't built for running; I'm top heavy, have a relatively high center of gravity, and absolutely no endurance when sex isn't involved. The only time I'm good at running is when I'm escaping the police, murderers, dogs, and certain breeds of cats.

In the 45 minutes allotted to us for running and breaks, the following has happened:

1. I was almost hit by a car. Apparently because of the construction certain sidewalks don't exist anymore. And yet while I was still significantly far from the path that a car should be taking, I noticed that my life was endangered when the car started going over the ridges on the side of the road, and I had to move a full 4 feet back to avoid from getting hit.

2. I was almost kidnapped. A man decided it was appropriate to park his Honda Civic in the more remote area of the circle very close to the woods, with his trunk open no less, and stand outside of it while deliberately staring at me run towards him. Luckily I showed no fear; being dark when it's dark outside gives you the advantage of camouflage. I'm sure he was too scared to kidnap me anyway; for one another one of us could have run by at any moment. For another thing he's not going to get any ransom money from my family, what a waste of time that would have been, no?

3. I was yelled at in Swahili. After running the loop we did our garage run - pretty much running to the top of the garage like a car would, but then going back down the stairs like a human. Classy. On the first run this man yells at me from his car, in Swahili. He looked pissed off at me, like I had just killed his family or something? Keep in mind his car was not moving, it was parked, so I was not in the way. This is what I get for trying to be healthy, thanks a lot America.

Next time I'll stick to the indoor track. *Sigh

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