I was running in my neighborhood the other day and noticed a helicopter flying around. I thought nothing of it until I heard it coming up behind me. I was wearing a red shirt, so I must have stood out like a bright flame against the black street. Suddenly, I looked up and the chopper was right over my head! I could see the pilot and passenger looking right at me -- weird. I waved and ran faster. It followed me for a while. "I'm not some runaway convict folks; I'm just some dude running down the street", I thought. Finally, it flew off and I didn't see it again. Other than that, the run was mostly uneventful, except one loose, barking dog that I hadn't vetted yet.

By vetting, I mean that I generally get a feel for which dogs are friendly and which are questionable, so that I can plan my runs accordingly. It's not that I fear harm; it's just that it can really ruin a runner's focus and enjoyment to have a growling, toothy beast coming at you.