The schedule called for a 7 mile run this am.
Since the normal “bread and butter” 10K ‘around the block’ is actually 6.4 miles, I didn’t think it would be hard to pad some extra extensions on.
I did start out in the dark. I did a little 0.1 mile out and back on the State Route, before I hit my normal dirt road side round and start of the loop. I really didn’t want to surprise Scooter (the neighborhood Bloodhound who runs loose) in the dark.
Dawn was breaking and I was about 1.xxsomething into my run when Scooter popped out from behind his bale feeder for horses to join me for a short jaunt..but he didn’t scare me, as I was expecting him to be in the vicinity somewhere…Scooter is getting lazy out of his puppy year and just left me as I went down into the valley.
You can really feel the temps in the ridges and hollows..or “hollers” as they are called. I was comfortable starting out, in short sleeved shirt and shorts, as I got to the creek valley, it could a little cold, especially on the hands, but then I was quickly climbing on the other side, up..
I pass the Amish Farm about mile 5 into my run (about mile 5.5 today, with my extra addition mileage). I hear, kind of a funny noise, and I keep looking behind me, expecting to see some dog bearing down on my back side. But nothing.
Then, a clop clop! Clop Clop! There is an Amish horse, alone, trotting down the road at me!!!
(My husband asked, how I knew it was an Amish horse, did it have a hat and beard? All I can say, it was not a horse than an “English rider” would be on. The horse was bigger than your usual English riding horse. “English” means “non-Amish” in this context.)
Well, I don’t know what to do. I stop. The horse gets closer, coming downhill, at me. Where is its owner? And buggy? Was there an accident, and the horse got free?
I do say, out loud “Whoa Horsey Whoa!!” also deciding I’m not tackling this beast who weighs 800 lbs or so more than me.
The horse trots on down the road.
A few minutes later, a small Amish boy comes walking down the road.
“Hey, is that your horse?” He acknowledges that (good he speaks English; many Amish children do not)
and indicates that he just let the horse go ahead, it’s heading for its stable there at the barn.
So I continue with my run. Just another day in the life in “God’s Country” as it seems to be known out here.
Amish are our neighbors and a way of life out here. Where we live, in Ohio, has been one of the fastest growing communities of Amish in the past few years.
For us, they are good neighbors. They really do not want to be involved with the “English” (what we folks are) because that is just part of their separtartism. My husband has business dealings with them so we are familiar with many of the families and various sects in our area.
Being out there on the road with buggies is just a way of life down here. My run yesterday, I was almost home, on the state route, when the Amish buggy overtook me, but then we were both on the uphill. I slowed a bit to let the horse and buggy get ahead, I didn’t want any car drivers getting distracted with both a runner and an Amish buggy on an uphill to contend with!