There's just one word to describe this morning's run - creepy.
I had a 20 miler scheduled for this morning and wanted to get an early start so I got to the park just before 5am. There was a bit of fog but the first thing I noticed was the silence. Fog has a way of muting sound and the silence seemed absolute. The second thing I noticed was how dark it was. When I started running and switched on my headlamp, the air was so saturated that all I could see were little droplets of rain. Once I got out into the Country lanes the darkness really seemed to press in around me. I've run in very dark locations before, but this morning I felt uneasy for some reason.
Then the silence was broken by what sounded like gunshots - 4 of them - coming from the direction of the lane I was about to turn onto. I was considering turning around when a car came barreling down the road, heading away from the "shots". I turned my headlamp off and stepped off the road, but the car just zoomed past. So I waited for it to get out of sight, turned my light back on and just continued my run. I have no idea what was going on and the rest of the run was very uneventful, other than allowing me to bag 200 miles for the month.
Overactive imagination? Perhaps. For all I know it could have been some absurdly flatulent cows venting loudly, and the car may have had nothing to do with anything. But it was very "Hitchcock" at the time.