It all started out one cool Miami afternoon at a new hotel that I had not previously stayed in. I wanted to go for a run and when I looked out my 8th floor window immediately below me was a canal with a path along it. On the other side of the canal stretching out in front of me laid a not bad looking golf course nestled within a rectangular area that was al least 2 miles in diameter. And was it going to rain? These are things that a runner might think about when going out for an hour run. As I studied the sky I concluded that

No sooner did I get to the sidewalk did I come upon an automobile rear bumper. Up ahead lay
several hubcaps, an abandoned shopping cart, broken glass and a sign post chopped off so that if I was to fall at the right time I might be permanently impaled amongst the auto paraphernalia. After safely passing these obsacles I came to the corner, when I arrived there in place of where the sidewalk should be was a lake! Yes, a small lake, and the only way around this lake was to go out into the intersection which was quite busy with vehicular traffic. The golf course is suddenly looking like a great place to run! I turned around and ran 1/2 mile back to the golf course entrance.
There were not many people golfing in the middle of the day so it looked like I had finally made a good choice in places to run. A great choice! No snake or alligator signs present here! After about 15 minutes of golf course running I approached a threesome of golfers teeing off. I considered that I should keep my eyes on the golfer at "bat", and it was a good thing I did, 'cause when he hit the ball he sliced it and it whistled as it whizzed over my head by about 15'. He was apparently embarrassed and needed someone to lay blame. The golfer looked at me running by watching and screamed... you know the rest~