Last night I finally slept through the night and woke up feeling fantastic. And starving. So I had a very monochromatic breakfast:
Yes, probably too much sugar for breakfast but it was delicious and after yesterday’s chocolate binge it is probably not a good idea to quit sugar cold turkey.
After catching up on Parenthood episodes (very important business), I headed to TJ Maxx to exchange a sports bra that I got for Christmas. And walked out with two of the brightest bras in the history of the world.
I then decided to head to Lake Ella for a quick run before lunch. I have been going to Lake Ella for years to walk, hang out, run, and of course, eat snow cones. Matt hates Lake Ella because it is often crowded, there’s the occasional homeless guy catcalling, and lots of ducks. I have definitely had some issues at the Lake (like the day the pigeons broke the deal) but I like the convenience of it and kept going back. But today was officially the final straw. Today while running a duck flew into my face.
Directly. In. My. Face. This was quite entertaining for the crowd at the Black Dog Coffee shop. It was not quite as funny for me. Can you get Bird Flu of the eye? Because I definitely had a duck wing in my eyeball. Sweat in my eyeball while running? I am used to (and sometimes oddly enjoy). Feathers in the eyeball? Not even a little OK.
Although, to be honest, maybe the duck isn’t completely to blame. It is possible that he just confused my nest-like hair for his home.
After I was kamikazed by the duck, I decided I had enough running for the day…after running .23 more so that I would end on an even 2 miles, that is. So, goodbye Lake Ella and good riddance ducks.
Ok, I am off to pack for Atlanta and the Hot Chocolate Race. Fingers crossed that there are no ducks on the course.
Anyone racing this weekend?
Please tell me you have an equally/more embarrassing running story to make me feel better.