Jefferson Davis Middle School

So yesterday I realized that I didn’t have a parking pass to work out on campus…no big deal I could go jogging instead. The catch is I won’t just jog around a neighborhood, I need an official track to accomplish this dreaded task, don’t ask me why I’m just OCD about it! Well since I just moved I didn’t really know where to find a school with a track so off I went driving around the new neighborhood in search of a middle school. And yes, only a middle school would do as I am scared of high schoolers. I was able to find an elementary school by following the crosswalk signs and school zone signs but no luck with the middle school. I saw two ladies about my mom’s age walking and decided to pull over and ask them. They told me that I could NOT go jogging alone at any of the local middle schools….fine I said, I’ll go get my roommate and make him go with me! They actually made me promise that I wouldn’t go alone before they would give me directions, fine I promise – whatever we all know I was lying! It didn’t matter anyway because I still couldn’t find the damn school. But I did find another elementary school that had a Brownie troop in the parking lot so I pulled over and asked them for some assistance. They gave me directions and assured me that I would be safe going alone as long as it was light outside…..what the hell kind of neighborhood did we buy a house in anyways? This time I got it – take a left on Tinker bell to Boy Blue, then take a right, follow that up to Peter Pan and take a left this will put you out on Cinderella then you can’t miss it on the right at Snow White – WTF! Well I did indeed find it….and yes I was scared for my life. I was definitely the minority there at Jefferson Davis Middle School! After calling my roomie to tell him my location and ETA home with instructions to call the police if I was any later than an hour and a half I set out on my jog. I was so nervous that I didn’t even feel the burn as bad as usual, bonus! As the sun went down I was carefully calculating how many more laps I could get in before evacuation was a must. Happy with my workout I headed back to my car. I happened to be parked next to the only person I felt safe talking to and asked him if he knew how many laps equaled one mile – 4! 4, I thought it was 8, HELL YA; I did twice the workout I had intended to do!!! All in all it was an adventuresome and highly productive evening at Jefferson Davis Middle School.