Got all geared up (wearing shorts and a long-sleeved tee!!), grabbed Gus* and headed out. Legs felt fantastic, my lungs not so much. Why do I feel like there's an elephant sitting on my chest? Allergies? I took a puff from my inhaler before, so I thought I could breathe ok. Guess not. There was some serious air suckage at the top of the big hill next to my house. Oh great. (Strike 1)
Found my stride after the hill, got to the 1/2 mile mark and *GASP*CHOKE*COUGH* I swallow a bug. Or inhaled a bug is more like it. I proceed to cough & hack on the side of the road trying to catch my breath and finally I get the bug out of my throat. Owie! Gross!!! Now, normally I don't spit during a run unless it's called for, especially since I'm not really good at it (lame, I know), but man I was making sure I didn't have any leftover bug parts in my mouth. The neighbors probably got a good laugh. The bug, well, he took one for the team. RIP (Strike 2)
Kept on the usual route and I get a phone call. Crap. Of course I have to have my iPhone with me because it's my source of music, and I had to answer the call. Apparently it'll cost 50 bucks to fix my favorite blue purse (nooooooo!)...so I opted out of the repair and am considering superglue. (Strike 2.5)
The final half-strike was my chest. Seriously WTH? It hurt to take in a good breath. Stupid chest elephant. So I called it a day and headed back home. (Strike 3)
I ran a total of 1.36 miles in 11:36. How in the world did I have an 8:31 pace??? The bug attack took a little while and I didn't stop Gus. Weird. Oh well.
ON THE PLUS SIDE...I got an unexpected package left on my doorstep. It was from Katye, and it contained this:
my story about my mum in the hospital and the puffer fish I loved. Of course this touched my heart and made me cry.
Thank you so much, Katye. You are amazing and this totally made my day!
Also, I received a really great compliment at work regarding a customer service experience I had yesterday...so that made it a great day too. Yay!
Sometimes the unexpected isn't that bad after all. :)
*For those of you who are new to my blog (hi there!), Gus is my Garmin (not my running buddy or hubby...haha!).