Normally.. running makes me feel free – it is a place where I can zone out and capture some feel good endorphins. I had every plan of that happening today, as well.
But first, I had to decide. Visor.. or no visor. This was a freebee that i got at the race last weekend – and my baby blues are super sensitive to the sun.
I end up squinting all time time – creating odd tan lines.. and increasing the wrinkles on my face. So I have been in search for an inexpensive visor to wear on runs (Why a visor.. BECAUSE I HAVE TO WEAR MY HAIR ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD.. DUH!)
Free Visor = Very Inexpensive Visor.
The sun was in and out today… so I decided to leave it home. Next time, free visor… next time.
My first mile was fine. But then.. came angry runner.
First, I almost got hit by the mail truck. Can you really not see me running on the sidewalk.. when you are dirving straight at me? Seriously.. do you need to drive along the sidewalk.
It was okay. Mistakes happen.
Then, I was coming to a road where a car was taking a right. Of course.. he looked left to be sure no traffic was coming. But he failed to look right to see if there were any walkers, bikers, runners, Caits…
Oh there was a Cait. And Cait had to slam on her breaks. Finally being waved on with an “I’m sorry.. didn’t see you” look from the driver.
Obvi you didn’t see me.. or else you would not have almost hit me. The apologetic look probably had something to with my reaction..( which I later reenacted for my mirror solely for the purpose of this blog )
Welp, before hitting mile 3, this happened about 4 more times. I swear.. every corner I came to, there was almost a tragedy. (My parents are probably going to tell me I should run on the treadmill from now on…I’ll be safe, guys, I promise). There was such a lack of consideration that the road is shared by both cars.. AND pedestrians! I run these roads ALL the time…and this has never happened.
Maybe a little bit of spring fever?
Okay – so, now I am totally freaked out that I am going to get hitby a car. And I am playing out the scenarios of what would happen if I got hit by a car. I have no identifying information on me. How would anyone ever find out? Justin wasn’t home.. so he wouldn’t realize that I never returned.
To ensure that I did not come face to face with huge hunk of medal, I carefully approached and slowed at every driveway, road, etc…to see if there were cars coming. I slowed down until I made eye contact with the driver..and he waved me on.
I paid too much attention to the damn cars instead of to where I was going. Because next thing I know, I am peeling my body off the asphalt after face planting onto the road. Stupid stick.
Don’t worry, I was okay.. palms are a little ucky – but I will live. I get back up..and keep running. Saying every swear in the book under my breath. About a mile later, I finally calm down.. mainly because I realize I am spending too much of my energy being angry.. and I need it to RUN!
Okay. You think my run ended happily ever after. right? WRONG.
I am so close to being home. For some reason, I must have been blending in with the background… because as a car is slowing to stop for a stop sign.. next to me… the first in the bright yellow shirt with her hair on top of her head… this driver decides now it the BEST time to wash her windshield.
I was hoping to get a windshield wiper fluid bath on my run today. THANK.YOU.VERY.MUCH. This put me over the edge. An angry run indeed. I wanted it to be over ASAP.. which probably explains why my last 1.15 miles where the quickest of the day.
Ugh. I needed to get that off my chest.
Here are today’s stats (My paces were ALL over the place. Emotional Running?!)
- Mile 1: 8:44
- Mile 2: 8:17
- Mile 3: 8:38
- Mile 4: 8:32
- Mile 5: 8:45
- Mile 6: 8:08
- Last .15: 0:58 (6:25/mi) Get. This. Run. DONE.
="font-size:14px;line-height:23px;">What kinds of things get your blood boiling in the middle of your workout?