Mixed Bag

I rarely cut scheduled runs short but this morning's 8-miler just. wasn't. happening. Not because I was lacking in energy; both the spirit and the muscles were willing. My insides...well, they had other ideas. Everything was on some kind of express train to hell whose rails were greased with the post-NASCAR pizza I ate Sunday night. I guess this is what I get for eating a low-fat, nongreasy diet almost all of the time. When I do fall off the wagon I pay the price. Today's casualty: one pair of underwear. I just couldn't sprint for the port-a-potty fast enough. Disaster, people. Disaster. After I made the best of that situation (ha) I decided I had had enough for one morning. I crashed through the weeds between the high school's athletic fields (site of one of my emergency port-a-potties) and the road I had been running on and when I burst out onto the road there was someone else there running. I was a little startled so I kind of yelled "Morning!" Imagine my extreme surprise when my fellow runner asked, "Are you Sarah?" I said, "Yes, how did you know that?" and then he said he reads this blog! I was just totally blown away. I was "recognized," ha ha. It must be my silly (but totally awesome) headbands. I have one on in every single picture I've posted since the beginning of the year. Anyway, we ran along for a while until I went one way to go home and he went another. I ended up doing a little over 6 miles so it wasn't a total loss (unlike my poor undies).

So I lost an item of clothing but met a fellow runner. Now, if only I could get my car back (it's in the shop) all would be right with the world.

In other news, this is a week filled with redneck activities (I'm a closet redneck...surprise!) as I attended the NASCAR race at Michigan International Speedway on Sunday and this week it's all about Demolition Derby and the truck pull at the Chelsea Community Fair. Tonight John's workplace is running their Derby entry so we're all going in matching T-shirts to sit in the bleachers and cheer on the driver. I'm sure an elephant ear will be involved.