After suffering from sore arches because of 13 miles in 2 days I took the advice of my friends at Birthday Shoes and laid off running for a few days. Friday My Altra Adams were supposed to come in, however, someone missed the delivery, not quite sure who it was though *cough cough* anyways, I was frustrated so I went out intending to do at least 8 miles. I felt like a tarahumara haha, I was loaded up on chia, in my huaraches with my Ksos in my pack just in case. Less than a mile into my route I miss stepped when a car was heading my way and went straight into the soaking wet muddy grass. My foot was covered in mud, at that point all I could do was laugh at my luck and continue on. I soon realized that I needed to ditch the socks I had on because between them being soaked and the temperature being about 35 degrees, safe to say it wouldn't turn out well. A little after I took my socks off, my huaraches decided they did not want to cooperate with me. So I was glad I took my Ksos with me. I switched continued running as I slowly began to get lost in my foot steps. Plague one. Concluded.
Round two of my plague of bad luck began about 2 miles in. We have all had that experience, you are running, minding your own business when you see a car. You check behind you to see if anyone is coming in the opposite direction realizing its clear and ASSUMING the person will move over. Well... For about 12 cars worth they didn't seem to notice there was a runner, they were blind because they did not see all the blinking array of lights scattered throughout my person, or they were simply jealous that they didn't have the determination to run in cold weather, what ever the reason is unknown to me why they decided to move CLOSER to the curb TOWARDS the runner. Successfully shoving me into the ditch on all 12+ occasions. Plague two. Concluded.
Everyone ready for round three? I sure wasn't. I was running down the road getting ready to past by the entrance of my complex when I saw someone walking, I thought nothing of it and continued to run. Trying to run smooth and effortlessly. Now remember, I have an array of blinking lights and one of those lights that goes on your forehead that are really bright. I guess I was really running smoothly because when I got up to him he jumped and took a swing at me. I ducked under his fist and continued to run on laughing. Alright, alright that probably isn't a "plague" but it definitely was funny. Fun filled plague three concluded.
Woot! Round four! About ten minutes or so after that occurrence, about 4 miles in, I jumped off a curb and landed roughly on one foot. My forefoot instantly began to feel tender so I decided to play it safe, cutting my route in about half of my planned run. Plague four just for the sheer fact my run was over before it really began. Concluded.
Now! What you have all been waiting for! The grand finale! I was taking a shortcut back to my house, cutting through the lowes parking lot as I normally would after a run since it shaves about 3/4ths a mile from my trip home. I had noticed a group of guys standing by a truck before I passed by but thought nothing of it at the time. Well, all of a sudden I saw a flash of orangish color pass about 3-4 inches in front of my face. I just shook my head and let out a slight chuckle thinking it was a foam ball or something. Not thinking it was anything serious. But, the longer I continued home, and the longer I sat at home the more pissed I got they threw anything at me to begin with. So I continued back out intentionally going the exact same route that I had taken to get home as I went to my friend Gage's house. The group of people were gone so I threw on my Sherlock Holmes clothes and hat (yes I keep them with me wherever I go) and I began to look for what they threw. The only thing that looked remotely close, same size and color was half of a brick. Yes. You heard me right, a brick! I was infuriated at that point. I mean really, who throws a brick?!
For all you runners out there watch out for the PLAGUE!
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