blindbabeintheburg

Today, I learned a very important life lesson.  If you don’t try, you won’t succeed!  As you probably can tell, I am not the most positive of thinkers.  Most of the time, not only is my cup half empty, but I swear there is a leak in it.  I am learning how much I am truly paralyzed by  the fear of failure. 

Today, however, something came over me.  There is a three mile path which hooks on to my usual dog park route.  It is brand new, and I have taken it only twice with my husband… and I confess not totally paying attention to where we were going.  After finding the dog park closed, I decided to give a go at the path on my own with Watson.  What I was thinking, God only knows.  The path crosses a few streets, so for all I knew it could have been easy to veer off course of the actual path.  This seriously could have turned into one of my “Oh crap!  What town am I in?” episodes.  In the middle of a Monday, gloomy afternoon, I could have never been seen again.

My trip was awesome!  The first leg of the trip, the path was pretty much deserted do to the weather.  I was sort of thanking my lucky stars for Watson when this creepy dude joins me on the path.  After asking three times if my dog bites, he asks if I live around here.  (I of course lie.) Now I am wondering if I should have also lied about the fact that Watson doesn’t bite, when the guy asks if I “gotta man?”  (Yup, definitely should have lied about the dog biting.  For that matter, where is the pepper spray Jon keeps insisting I take with me on my walks?)  I don’t know what other women think, but getting hit on, as creepy as it is, makes me think maybe I am not half bad.  Then again, for all I know the guy hits on anything that moves.  As soon as I say yes, we go our separate ways, me with a little more strut MC Hammer’s “You Can’t Touch This” singing in my head. 

My trip is peaceful, but uneventful for the next half mile or so, until I come to this section on Caroline Street in town.  The trail sort of blends into the regular sidewalk for just a bit… at least I think it does.  I stop and get a bit confused.  An old lady with a cane  hobbles out of her car, and tells me not to move.  I am not in the middle of the street, I am positive.   After getting snapped at for some weird reason that I am not really sure of, and hearing all about how she just got out of the home or the hospital or something, I decide I better not ask this lady for assurance that I am going the write way.  I don’t think she was much of a trail blazer. 

It turns out I was correct in where I was going.  There was one more spot I corrected myself on, and from there it was smooth sailing!  Part of the path goes along the river.  I have kayaked the rushing water over the rapids, and listening to them as I walk is a little piece of heaven!  In another section, Watson darts back and forth on his leash, desperate for the ducks just a few feet away.  “Here Ducky Ducky Ducky!  Come play with the Watsy!!”  Talk about the ultimate tease!

Made it back fine.  Go me!  Here’s to hoping that I don’t forget what I learned today!