I have a babysitter who can watch M.T. on Tuesdays so now my Tuesdays are evolving into my long run day. And since I am running solo, I decided that today I should return to my favorite running trail: the Lemon Lake Loop.
It’s an easy trail that loops around Lemon Lake, about 1 and a quarter mile around which makes it easy to track mileage – something I tend to get distracted about. Since it’s only been so long since I’ve been free of the walking boot, I am increasing my mileage extremely slowly – 10% each run (if even that much). It’s taken some discipline, but I’ve also remained pain free so… slow and steady she goes. One of the best things about this trail is that while there are other runners and dog walkers about, there aren’t too many. Which is a real THANK GOD because today….
As another runner put it, today I became a “real runner.”
I was on my third and final lap around the lake and I got that feeling. That unmistakable feeling in my stomach. You know the one. At this point, I should have stopped and carefully walked my way back to civilization. Except, I didn’t. I told myself, “buck up and run through it – you’re almost at your goal mileage!” My body disagreed and said so – LOUD AND CLEAR. Even worse, the port-o-potty that’s normally at the trail head was… GONE!??!?!!??!
I did not shit my pants, but I came REALLY close and now, there are a few ducks that I’m going to be avoiding future eye contact with. In the future: I will be equipped with toilet paper for ALL trail runs. Leaves are just…. plain… awful.
I did my walk of shame out of the bushes and OF COURSE had to come head on with another runner. Oh great! Thankfully, for my ego, she laughed (because it was probably obvious from the look on my face so she totally knew) and said “congratulations! Now you’re a REAL runner!” I seriously could not get back to M.T.’s babysitter’s apartment to ‘clean up shop’ fast enough.
I retrieved M.T. and packed him in the car and we drove to Starbucks to have lunch. Initially, the plan was for me to pick up my own lunch and then go to McDonald’s with M.T. so he could blow off some steam in the play area (meaning longer nap!) but the idea of even just smelling McDonald’s seemed precarious – I was a bit too starving to stick to my guns so better to avoid! Starbucks was a safe bet. I mowed down a chicken and hummus bistro box, M.T. ate his croissant and chocolate milk. It took everything in me not to steal part of his croissant.
Came home, did some Core Conditioning yoga with Rodney Yee (fully clothed in this one!) then took a beat to study my nutrition book that I’m reading to prepare for my certification. Today’s chapter was about protein which was pretty fascinating. I had no idea that some of our hormones are actually proteins or that protein plays such a huge part in your immune system.
Mini Terrorist calls which means my blogging time is being rudely interrupted so now I turn it over to you:
Have you had any embarrassing experiences with running or working out? What happened?