So while I usually don't make a post on days I don't workout, I had to make an exception today. I had a glaring omission from yesterday's events that I feel was weird enough to warrant a separate post.
So, I was on the trail yesterday at about the 4-5 mile mark and feeling good. There's quite a few people out on the trail - either walking, running, biking, etc, so seeing other people is certainly not odd.
I have my headphone on and am trucking along when this batty lady stops me. She had a mess of peroxided blond piled high on her head, a bit too much make-up, and was more than a bit strange. She grabbed my arm...which in of itself freaked me out (I'm a big believer in "personal space"). She then proceeds to tell me that she happened across a half squished frog further down the trail. It's legs were smashed, but it was still looking about and breathing. She then informs me that she stopped a biker to ask him what to do, and he said maybe it'd be best to put it out of it's misery. She then looks at me and asks me if I'd do that. I'm sort of at a loss for words (which is rare), so I say, "I'm sorry, I'm a Vegan. I'm not going to kill it.". She then gets very mortified, announces that she couldn't kill it either, and if she moves it to the side and off the trail maybe "it will heal itself and hop away". I smiled like that would work, and started putting my headphones back in. I'm not exactly sure what the heck to do now, other than start moving. She's still talking to me - and I'm trying not to be rude - but the whole time, I just kept thinking that the longer I stayed still and talking to her, the worse my times would be.
I did try to keep a look out for the frog as I went further down the trail, but never did see it. Either it healed itself and hopped away, found itself stuck to someones tire, or she was really just off her rocker and imagining things. I'm hoping for either scenario 1 or 3.
So since I'm talking....
D and I stayed up really late last night...until about 230 am. We went to the movies, and then stayed up and watched New Moon, that we rented from Netflix. The only reason I wanted to see it is because I heard Eclipse was pretty good, and didn't want to watch the 3rd movie in a series without watching the 2nd. I never wanted to see New Moon because I read the book...and Bella Swan spends 8 chapters whining, and I could barely take it. As it turns out, the movie didn't suck as badly as I thought it would, and it was fun sitting up until the wee hours of the morning watching a movie. We haven't done that in a really long time!
Unfortunately, I still had to get up fairly early today. Sammie (my yellow lab), had an appt to get a bath, nail trimming, teeth brushing....basically the full puppy spa treatment. S and I also had an appt with bloody mary's and mimosa's (and eventually chinese food and a movie). So, I left around 940 this morning with my pups, dropped her off, and then met S. The rest of this evening will be spent watching TV and drinking lots of water!
Tomorrow I have a dentist appt. After that, I have a 40 minute run scheduled. It's supposed to be hot and raining tomorrow, but I'm still hoping to get this done outside. Oh...and I might have poison ivy! How's that for a badge of honor!!!! I'm not sure what's up with my left ankle, that that's what S thinks it might be. It's red, blotchy, hot, and itchy. I can't find anything that would indicate it's a bite. So unless I have something totally alien, I just might have poison ivy. Since I don't spend much time with nature ON me, I'm not sure what that looks like or what it will end up being like. Right now, it sucks.
Speaking of badges of honor, I'm going to mention something else that's common with long distance running but something no one wants to discuss. I'll just call it a "friction burn", but lets call a spade a spade....chaffing is just an unpleasant term, but that's what it is. I didn't notice I had any until I got into the shower and my skin burned like someone lit me on fire. Parts of my back and neck were so painful, I could barely stay in the shower. Eventually, I and D looked at it, and yes....my running bra tore into my skin. It sucks and I hope it doesn't happen anymore, but I'm not exactly sure how to avoid it. Guess I'll have to do some research on that....