Freaked out

I was on a ride in Marin last night and stopped at one of the dozens of traffic lights along the route when some guy in a car across the street rolls down his window and yells something at me. When I ride, I am in my own little zone as I listen to my iPod, watch my heart rate and focus on all of the possible hazards in front of me.

Startled by his voice, I returned to this planet and yelled: "What did you say?"

He says: "You're out early today."

I say: "It all depends what time I get off work."

He says: "I'll see you tomorrow" and drives off.

I am left speechless and the following thoughts suddenly rush through my head:

"Who was that?"

"Has he seen me before?"

"How does he know me?"

"He does not look familiar."

"I rarely do this ride."

"He must have confused me for one of my teammates or some other woman who rides the route at this time."

"Is he stalking me?"

I felt exposed and vulnerable. All sorts of alarms and warning signs started going off in my head.

Last night's experience has me thinking that it may be time to pull the plug on this blog. I started my blog as a way to keep in touch with friends and family back East.  While it has proven to be unexpected creative outlet through which to channel all of the crazy thoughts that race around inside my busy head, I am suddenly thinking it might be time to change my blog address and drift back into anonymity.

I know, I am being paranoid and probably overreacting, but for some reason the experience FREAKED me out.