I got lucky on Saturday. VERY lucky.
Coach said, "Don't run over 30 minutes!"
I ran 5.5 miles instead. Oops!
I didn't mean too! Really!
So my running buddy, Lisa, and I did our usual 2 miles out, 2 miles back routine. Lisa sometimes puts her keys in my car since my key is just a fob.
We run; my knee holds up; everthing is good.
"Easy," right? Well upon finishing the 4 miler I suddenly realize that my car key is NOT IN MY POCKET, and "easy" just got thrown out the window. My shorts pocket has a zipper, to, you know, keep the contents inside the pocket. I failed to zipp the pocket up and at some point along the run the key went flying. Awesome.
What the heck do we do now? I am on a time constraint and need to be home ASAP. Lisa's car is locked with no keys cuz they are in my locked car with a currently missing key. We decide that I will run back up the trail in the hopes of finding my key while she runs the 3-4 miles home to get her husband's car, pick me up in case I don't find me key, somehow get me into my apartment (my house keys were in my locked car) to get my spare car key, then play musical car chairs to get everyone back home.
That didn't happen.
I got lucky. VERY lucky and found the black car key in the middle of the trail less than a mile away.
Then I realized that I had to go get Lisa, who was well on her way running home, except I didn't know which way she was running home. Crap!
So I "sprinted," yes, a sub 9 min mile but slower than 8 min mile counts as a "sprint" for my creaky old knees. It felt good to go "fast" again. It really made me miss running and the running shape I was in when I dropped that 7:06 pace at that 15K last March :'/
But I found Lisa quickly. I started honking at her to get her attention, which does REALLY sound bad and makes me look like a total pervert. Even she said, "Oh great, now some pervert is honking at me to get me attention!"
So note to self. ZIP UP THAT POCKET!