Today is one of those days that I truly haven't had in a long time, I didn't feel comfortatble at any point in today's run. So what I tell myself as I completed my run anyway. Trudging along on ice and snow covered sidewalks. Proudly staying off teh roadway, out of traffic and thereby diminishing the possibility of becoming a hood ornament.
Then you see it, a large puddle of liquid water completely crossing you path.
You brain clicks into high gear as you begin trying to determine the depth of the puddle, temperature of the water and condition of the bottom. If it is smooth ice on the bottom and I've got three meters to cross at a depth of six centimeters while travelling at seven mile and hour my mass will slide for two meters before the upper body splashes down. Options: continue and hope for the best, or stop and walk around. The choices are ovbious to either a fifteen year old or a fifty year old.
I ain't no spring chicken so I give up the time over safety and compfort. Continu on in a slow and deliberate manner throughout the remainder of the run.
Success is getting out the door and making it back, knowing I've done my best today.
I succeded today. I'm just glad I wasn't on Candid Camera.
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