Risks (5/90)

I can't focus. I just can't. Media Law final in less than an hour. I should be doing some last minute cramming, but I look at the words on the screen and nothing's registering. I just want to pass this class and be done with it!

So...since I'm like 3 days behind in my 90 day blog, I figure it's time to make up for what I've missed. Another great excuse for procrastination :)

Let's see. The last time I blogged was on Tuesday. So I need to make up for Wednesday, Thursday, and write a blog for today. Fun.

Wednesday...cinco de mayo...oh what a night.

I did something a little outside my comfort zone. Ok actually it was really outside of my comfort zone. It was definitely illegal. Almost getting caught sent me on an adrenaline rush I had never experienced before. It was crazy and exciting and I loved it.

This a little tricky to blog about, since I don't want to get myself or any of my friends in trouble. Not to say that any cop is going to see this, and if they did I don't know if they could do anything about it. But just for precaution, I'll explain how it all felt instead of delving into details of what actually happened.

Where do I begin...

Let's see. I have tried this once before. In the winter. When it was freezing cold and icy. I attempted to do this, but freaked out at the thought of being caught and stopped before I got too far. The night ended in embarrassment, tears, and shame. I swore that I would never try it again. It was too uncomfortable for me.

But then in this past month I had a sudden change of heart. Some sort of carpe diem rush came over me and instead of thinking, "This could get me in trouble" my thoughts morphed into "Screw society! Screw the law! Stick it to the man! Life's too short, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want!"

Knowing that my opportunity to try this, um, event, was going to happen again, I made the promise that I would do it. And that I would follow through with it. Just one more time. If not for my "carpe diem" attitude, then it would be some sort of redemption from my previous failure.

When I attempted this again, it had gone well for the most part. Towards the end I was positive that it was going to be successful. Then I (and a few other friends) saw those blue and red flashing lights...

You're not suppose to run. But I did.

I have a squeaky clean record. Never gotten in trouble for anything. Not even a speeding ticket. In fact, I have never even been pulled over. So when you realize your squeaky clean record is on the line your body goes into that "fight or flight" mode and you react in whatever way you see suitable. I wasn't going to fight. Hence, it was flight.

The next half hour of running and hiding was the biggest adrenaline rush of my life. I was absolutely terrified but I was calm. It was like some sort of animal instincts had taken over. I realized every decision and every move I made would determine if I made it out of my current sticky situation.

I am happy to report that my patience, my speed, and just enough luck got me safely out of my situation. 7 years of running did not fail me.

I will probably never ever do this again. Unfortunately, one of my friends did get caught. I don't know what the consequences my friend will face for this, but I don't want to put myself in the same situation. It was a once in a lifetime event that I immensely enjoyed and will never forget. I hope to share it one day with my grandchildren so they can look at me and think "wow, my grandma was a badass!" It may have been a stupid decision in the long run, but I don't regret it. Sometimes the risk, as stupid as it may be, is worth taking.

More blogging later...off to media law exam!