Never again is what you swore
the time before
No way was I going to be done with work in time for run. Then my boss, unaware of the GADZOOKS Challenge but noting how my head kept falling over and hitting the desk, offered to do my Internet posting duties, sending me out the door at 11:45. Was it a sign from God?
Bat-crazy drive home. Totally bummed the cat, who thought I was finally home only to watch me leave again.
Made it across the street to the start line at exactly 11:58. A sign from God?
Hit the button on the trusty Garmin, only to get the Low Batt signal. I had carried it in my jeans pocket all day, just in case I needed to do a Mildsauce around the newspaper, and I must have hit the on button. A sign from God?
Luckily I’ve got a reliable mile loop, so I didn’t really need it. Timing was a little dodgy, using the clock on the phone, but good enough to make sure I was below 15. A very pleasant, cleansing run. Surely a sign from God. Also cleansing — the sprinklers that came on as I was crossing the apartment lawn. very refreshing.
As I stood in a puddle and looked up, there it was at last. A sign from God.
- 3 miles — 40:00 (13:20) 70 degrees, road
- no splits (garmin dead)
- Piranha-meter — 887 miles