The Epitome of Laziness

Last night I was watching this show about serial killers who have never been caught.  I wouldnt say it scared me, but it definitely stuck with me.  Here is an example.  I was out for a walk tonight when this scary man in a scary truck approached me.  He asked me where the country club was.  I misdirected him (not on purpose, I just shouldnt try to give people directions.)  I was pretty close to home at this point, and I was not moving particularly fast (which is fairly common), when I had flashbacks of the serial killer show.  This one killer, stalked prostitutes who walked around the city at night.  I realize I don't really fit the profile, but it got me scared enough to speed it up!  I walked home so quickly because I was positive he was following me... every set of headlights I saw I walked a little faster.  The moral of the story is... in order for me to get any amount of substantial exercise,  I need to be afraid for me life!  How sad it that.