Remember Alexander and his Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? Well this whole week’s kinda been like that, but there are two main reasons I’m declaring this week a RUNNING FAIL.
First, I lost my favorite hat somewhere along the trail on Sunday. When I say somewhere, I mean somewhere between mile 5 and mile 9 and believe you me, by the time I realized it wasn’t wedged in the waistband of my shorts anymore—a mere mile from my finish—I wasn’t about to turn around and go hunting. Sadly, when I ran the trail again last night, it was gone. Note to self: even if the weather is 84 degrees at 6am with a sweltering 88% humidity, keep a firm grasp on your hat. You’ll miss it when it’s gone.
So, to whomever stole my running hat off the trail on Sunday: Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie! I want it back.
White Brooks Running Hat
- Emblazoned with the Maryland Half Marathon Logo on the front and the race name stitched on the back
- A Green Monster stain under the bill (What? Like you’ve never stuck a spoon in the blender. Riiight)
Second, two miles into my treadmill run today I felt a twinge in my right shin. I ran two tenths of a mile more and it didn’t ease up and so I slowed to stretch it out. No dice. I called it quits, came home and iced while knocking back some Ibuprofen. If anything, it now feels worse. Have I mentioned I have the Baltimore 10 Miler on Saturday? There are no words to express how upset I am. Only tears.
I think I’ll go wallow in self-pity with my buddy Alex before bed. Too bad I’m too old to have my mom read me a bedtime story and tuck me in. Mom’s always make everything better.