This is one of those days when the God or Gods of common sense should have swooped down on my stupid ass and said “hey, don’t run today, it’s cold outside and you’re tired. You’re pushing it, and you’ve got another half marathon to run in 10 days.”
Said God’s did not swoop down and neither did a freaky little girl with a hairbrush
and I ran…..
right into a parked truck on the side of the street.
No worries, there isn’t a scratch on me. Seriously, not one scratch or bruise or anything.
My pride and ego however, are bruised all to hell. I don’t even know how I managed it, but I hit that truck full force, bounced off of it and landed on my ass in someone’s yard. And just in case you thought that was the worst of it, it wasn’t, because I landed right across the street from about 23 pre-pubescent miscreants waiting for the school bus. Miniature little asswipes! They laughed, hard!
I still managed to bang out 5 miles though, most likely because I was trying to run away from all the people who may have seen my unfortunate incident. I also ran pretty decent negative splits, so I was kind of impressed with my ability to bounce back, literally.
And just in case you’re wondering, I wasn’t texting or taking pictures, I was actually looking in front of me, albeit staring at the ground. I was just not paying attention. Yeah, that’s how my day started.
It got better though. It always does. It helps to always look on the bright side!
Have you ever ran into a parked car or anything else? I want to hear all the details….