Sort of. So I’ve actually been pretty proud of myself with my outdoor exercise: running more of each route, running more without stopping, etc. I was going to give the mileage of my route today and how much I ran without stopping, but then I thought that it doesn’t sound that impressive. Well, it may not sound that impressive to others, that is. What’s important is that it’s impressive to me, so whoever doesn’t think so can suck it. You know what? I’ll do it: 3.28 miles (according to an online source), approximately 1.63 miles without stopping (OK, I may have walked half a block or so in the middle of that; I’m no saint), and I’d guess that I ran around 2.25 miles of the whole route (or so). I might add that it was also around 88 degrees this evening when I did that. Or I might not.

I mostly just wanted to share this: I had to take a detour at the end of my route to get home. Why? Because I was scared to go down my street. On the way up the street, I passed a man pacing on his front step. He was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe. This is the same man who I remember passing last summer while he was wielding a chainsaw. So I went around the corner instead. Better safe than sorry.

*Update: I forgot to add this link and this link so you can really understand my plight. And really be proud of me! Oh, if only I could find the clip of Mr. Rogers singing the “I’m Proud of You” song. Because it’s in my head and so it should be in yours.