Whistle while you run.

Good Evening,
Hope all of you had a productive day. I was invited to go drinking this evening with the girls from work, but I opted to come to the library and blog a little. When I returned my book and videos the clerk told me I had a $6 fine for the videos being late... shoulda went drinking. Anyway, with puppy-dog eyes she let me on the computer. I should buy her a cake.
I finally was able to run this morning. Couldn't run the hills because the hamstrings were still tight, but I walked up the hills. It is pretty quiet in the neighborhood behind my apartments. I usually run around 5 or 5:30 in the a.m. (I'm a morning person.) It's dark and serene with a lot of hills. I had planned only to run the straight-a-ways this morning, but I had to go over at least the first hill in the community. There are usually a few cars of early-birds going to work. At the bottom of the hill I could hear a vehicle approaching from behind. I neared a side street and slowed down noticing the engine's growl slow - meaning it was going to turn on the aforementioned side street. The driver pulled up parallel to the street with signal light on and waited. I was annoyed at first that now I had to speed up on an incline, until I noticed it was a white Econoline van. Very similar to the kind in all the early 80's movies where the kidnappers pull-up, open the sliding door and snatch an unsuspecting kid or woman. I jogged past and the car made it's turn. I assumed that the person was a worker going to one of the new houses being built a few streets down. I ran on, turning right into the new community when I noticed headlights behind me. I immediately thought, 'what would WonderWoman do'? As luck would have it, logic stepped in and suggested that if the van pulls-up to quickly do a 180 and run like there was free food at a 75% sale. The lights disappeared and I continued, just thankful I didn't have to speed up. Rounding the corner, I could hear a diesel engine in the distance. At the end of the long road a large truck outlined with red light pulling a metal trailer came into view. I suddenly remembered my co-worker telling me about a show she saw on the History Channel about Butchers and how there is a traveling butcher in a truck that pulls his trailer behind him. By now I know what you're thinking. Am I carrying mace, a tazer gun... no. But I do have a whistle. Yes. Because if something happens, I am waking the WHOLE neighbor hood up to be my witness. The way I figure it, they'll be so mad, they'll have to find out what it was that disturbed their slumber. Needlesstosay, it was only a construction worker going to one of the new homes.
Overall the run was great. Only two panic attacks this time and no stray dogs. I can't wait when I start running twice as long. In the mean time I am going to have to find a longer route with flat terrain, these hills are wearing me out.