Halfway through the Superbowl and I watch the fuzzy television, tuckered out. I wish I had run seventeen miles today. No way. I ran seventeen miles this week, but that still is pretty good. At least I am up to that. They were tiring runs this week, all three of them–slippery, cold, windy and hilly. When every step slips backward on a long steep hil, it makes one tired.
Plus last night I spent a few hours are Waterbury Wings to see my friend Skip play with his band, Generous Thieves. They were pretty great. I had not seen them yet and I danced with the rest of them. This meant I was out late, and so got to bed late. My children don’t sleep in. Ever. Therefore I do not sleep in.
Driving down Route 116 at 12:30 last night, I got pulled over. The blue lights flashed in the mirror and I pulled to the snow bank. I haven’t gotten pulled over in over a decade. I knew I wasn’t speeding but my adreniline was pumping. This Williston police officer was pretty dang nice. “On your way home?” he asks me. I told him I was coming from Waterbury and he asked “Off skiing?” He gave me a warning for having a headlight out. I felt like he stopped me to do me a favor, as if he just wanted me to be safe. The guy had a huge grin.
I still have to get the headlight replaced and send in the ticket with a signature on it. From some certified repair guy. That will still cost me, I suppose. I do need to replace it. Too bad I just noticed it a couple of days ago. Anyway, I have some new respect for Williston police. At least I wasn’t speeding. Or drunk.
The ticket was dated February 1. See you later, January. Maybe this week I will get up to twenty miles. I don’t plan to drive to Waterbury any day soon. Or anywhere at midnight for that matter. Now I just need to get that damn headlight replaced. Tomorrow. The copper may have been nice, but he didn’t give me much time to deal with the problem. At least I will be taking the day off from running tomorrow. That should give me a little time to deal.