Aren't you Worried?

Tuesday, our usual Rock Candy day, which Matt is partaking in this year as well.  Yesterday we set-off and at an intersection I turned away from the group to take a different route. Matt and I waved to each other without thought and off I went, alone.  Later when we were back at the car Matt informed me that one of the guys running with the group was concerned that my husband would allow me to run alone - Aren't you worried something will happen to her?  To which he respond "Well, no..." 

This whole exchange is made even more comical because I came across this gentleman (who is a lovely person) shortly before I made it back to the car, he had gotten split up for the group and was lost.  He came running up to me carrying a very large stick, to protect himself for anything that may be lurking.  The best part, it was the second stick he found, he had picked one up earlier but this one was bigger and looked to be a better weapon so he switched out.   

I guess everyone has a different comfort level. 

The foxglove are in bloom.