60 degrees in January? Yep.

Perfect weather for playing an outside running game with bare feet and a short sleeved shirt? Yep.

Perfect for a swim in the neighbor’s pool that they still haven’t taken down yet? Yep. Except for that I don’t have a neighbor that still has a pool up. And even if they did, I don’t know if I would have gone quite that far.

But it was nice out.

Anyways, on with the story.

One of my friends lives not far away from my grandma’s house, where the whole Juzyk clan gets together for lunch on Sunday. Well, on this particular day I decided to run over to that friend’s house and invite her to eat with us. [Get that I decided to RUN over to that friend’s house] I thought I had heard something about her family going to McDonald’s for lunch, and I wanted to catch them at home (I assumed they were going home to change out of their church clothes before they left) before Danielle got too convinced that she’d rather have a hamburger and fries than eat mashed potatoes, roast beef, and sweet corn with me.

(Yes, this is another story about Danielle, the same friend I thought I was going to scare at church…the one who turned out to be the cleaning lady instead.)

I didn’t know how much time I had to get over to their house and invite her before they left…if they hadn’t left already.

So I ran. Naturally.

It wasn’t until I saw the amused — and somewhat anxious — stares of a man walking his dogs as I dashed past that I realized how…strange…I must look. I think even his dogs looked a little perturbed.

But then, I suppose I, too, would stare strangely at someone sprinting down the sidewalks of Town Square, barefoot, with a skirt on, who kept glancing over her shoulders (to check for cars, not for bad guys).

Now, looking back on it, it would have been funny — and slightly embarrassing — if I would have flung my arms up in the air and started belting out some random song, just to see the look on people’s faces.

As it was, the guy walking his dogs called something out to me as I whizzed past…something like, “Um, are you okay?” [He was probably wondering if he should start running too]

I was already long gone before I had the chance to answer.

So, if you are reading this, and if you are the man who was walking your dogs on the Town Square this Sunday afternoon, and if you suddenly looked up to see this crazy girl flying by…don’t worry. This is not the first time this has happened; nor will it be the last. I just can’t stand to walk anywhere. And I was just in a hurry to get to a friend’s house…not away from any bad guys.