A Great Run with an End that Sucked

I ran over five miles today at Lake Lansing Park. The first four miles were awesome: sunny and 70 degrees with that wonderful smell of autumn!

Then I came back to the parking lot. I was about to head out for another half mile or so and head straight back when I saw my husband who had also came out to trail run. While Bruce stretched, I ran tiny little circles around him. I should have just kept going, but no! We live in the same house and work at the same place, yet I never get to see him; therefore, I run in circles around him, which I'm convinced just dumped a boatload of bad karma on me.

After about a dozen circles, I took off down the trail again. I felt really good, so I decided to run out 7 minutes, turn around and see if I can make it back in 5 minutes.

I ran for awhile, checked my watch, and saw that I'd met my seven-minute goal. MISTAKE! In looking at my watch, I tripped over a root and landed spread eagle on the trail. (Luckily no one saw me but a squirrel.) My groin now hurt, but I was still determined to make it back in 5 minutes.

Two minutes later, a bug flew down my throat. I needed to cough it up, but I couldn't because after an hour or so of running, I really had to go to the bathroom. Coughing and running do not work together when you have to go to the bathroom as badly as I did at that moment. So, I tried to run faster in order to put myself out of my misery sooner.

But NOOOOOOO! I twist my ankle on another root with that darn bug still caught in my throat.

I made it back in 6 minutes, used the facilities, and coughed up a mosquito. Expletives deleted.