I talk about alternate universes a lot because the idea of them fascinates me. Key word: idea. I don’t actually want to go to an alternate universe. So last night freaked me out a little. Here’s what happened:
At some point between the time I arrived home after work and the time I went out for a run, I slipped into an alternate universe. I know this because:
- I had a terrible headache and went running anyway.
- I was so good at running.
- I didn’t get sweaty until halfway through the run.
- I didn’t have to slow down the entire time.
- No one else was running.
- No one else, during the entire 20-30 minute run, was running.
- I did not see one other person running.
- After work, before dinner, at prime running time on a beautiful day, no one else was running.
Add to all of that the fact that everything was blurry because I didn’t have my contacts in and it was an unfamiliar neighborhood, and you get the perfect backdrop for a different reality.
I slipped back into the regular universe at some point between when I got home from the run and when the fire alarm went off because I was heating up chicken nuggets. But for that half hour, I felt like a different person. Essentially, I was. I could run like a runner! It was crazy.