Tuesday, May 4, 2010
It hit me at Mile 8 this morning. Had to go potty. I was in a residential area with a group of 4 girls, doing our normal Tuesday run. Looked around for a spot to go. A friend pointed me towards a tree along a dark area of the road. No houses in sight. Looked pretty safe.
I pulled down my pants, squatted down, and . . .
Suddenly, I heard the jingle, jangle of some bracelets or . . . I started to get nervous. The noise was coming closer. Should I go to the bathroom or pull my pants back up?
I was too late! The jingle, jangle wasn't bracelets, but dog tags. I heard the excited yip of not one but two dogs running excitedly towards ME -- the girl with her pants pulled down to her ankles. And what do you know -- the dogs were on leashes. And who was holding on to the leashes? A nice lady with a huge smile on her face.
"Well, Good Morning!" she exclaimed.
"Uh, hello," I mumbled from my squatting position. Her dogs tried to run up to me, but she pulled them to the left and walked by, acting like it was perfectly normal to see a girl squatting on the grass under a tree at 5:30 a.m.
i am truly mortified . . .