So yesterday was another long run day...9 miles. yes, crazy, i know. i intended on running 10 miles, but let me tell you about my interesting (if that can even describe it) run. i'm just going to start from the beginning of yesterday, so if this sounds a little diary-ish, i just have to go through the whole day to get to how i ended my run. well yesterday my parents and i went to church. it was the mark of the 75th anniversary of first evangelical church, very exciting! i went to first service where i heard pastor ronnie stevens talk about an interesting passage about Jesus being rejected at nazareth. i love pastor stevens and miss his sermons! he is very powerful in his speaking. during 2nd hour, i skipped out on sunday school to study...and my dad had guardian duty, so i rode around in the backseat with the window down while we patrolled the parking lots...it was actually really fun! and relaxing! as we rode around, we saw the likes of an older woman just strolling around the neighborhood in her pink velvety warm-up suit and black sketcher-like shoes, pastor taylor park and the photography people setting up for the congregation picture that was going to be taken at 12:15 in front of the church, and people leaving in and out of the parking lot. it was such a beautiful day, i just couldn't wait to get home to start on my 10 mile run! well, we then made the tough decision of where to eat after church, and little did i know- that would be the start to what my title so well-describes. we ate at west st. diner, this cute yummy diner in germantown. of course, my usual meal there is chicken tenders and 2 veggies and sweet bread! during lunch, my dad and i were talking about long runs and how bored we get just running around our neighborhood and doing the same "trail" over and over to equal the number of miles we need. so i decided with him that i would try something different..."dad- how about if you drop me off on fisherville road (near a lake/park) and i'll run 5 down that road and 5 back, and you can pick me up from the beginning when i'm done?" well we got back to the homestead and jumped in the car to head to fisherville rd- a "country" road, nonetheless. it almost feels like a different world down this road- cow farms, very open fields, kindof a small-town feel. the cow farms were the funniest part...here i am chugging along down fisherville rd (the name pretty much gives what this street was away). all of the sudden to my left i look over and cows are literally just a few feet away from me behind a fence...it seemed as though they were staring and either judging my pace or wanting to jump that fence and join me. either one, it frightened me! and they would start running in the opposite direction i was which i thought weird. i finally made it to the 5 mile mark and headed back towards where i started so that my dad could come pick me up. as i approached about mile 6 or so of my run, i experienced what i experience far too often, but definitely did not want to experience on this particular day in the middle of fisherville road- A HORRIBLE stomach-ache. i mean, the kindof stomach-ache where your vision gets a little fuzzy, you get chills, and you just feel like mt. kilomanjaro erupted. now, i have to admit, i have a sensitive stomach. the littlest jolt/anxiousness will trigger something! and on this particular long run, i knew this was bad news. this was the worst part- i looked over to my right (at this point, i was walking, trying everything i could to keep mt. kilomanjaro's eruption from erupting out), and i see one of the 2 or 3 cow farms and the big, vast land that oh! a family owns!? and a woman was on her cellphone leaving their farmhouse/outhouse type place...and all i could think or envision myself doing was to immediately jump over their fence, sprint to where she was, and cause a scene by waving my hands in the hair yelling that i need to use their bathroom! haha, i'm glad that was only what i envisioned and didn't really happen. i built up the courage to call my dad and ask him to come and get me---my chariot found me, escorted me back to my house, and the rest is history- i finished my long run doing 3 miles on the treadmill after i made sure mt. kilomanjaro had settled. hmmm, lesson to be learned? probably more than one- maybe don't eat west st. diner on the day of a long run, if i DO plan on eating that, plan A should be run around the neighborhood where i am close to a bathroom (accessible) and close to home. you know what the light at the end of the tunnel was? a little phrase that i heard over and over again as a child watching "the wizard of oz"---"There's no place like home!"
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