This morning I did another training run and only got about .3 miles. We got to a certain area on the road where I saw a lot of trash cans dumped over (the big type) and realized immediately that these weren't just big racoons, but that a bear was here. Then I looked around a bit more and noticed a big pile of bear "treat." About a half gallon. Decided to poke it with a stick to see whether or not it was old, and found that it was already drying on the top, so the bear was probably out at around 10pm. So that meant I was safe right?

I wanted to continue the run, and I started to get the dogs going again, but I just got this really bad feeling that I should probably go home. So I did.

Whether ir was my intense imagination, or a real prompting, I don't know. But I would rather error on the side of paranoia than not. :lmfao: