Hi there, mom and dad! Yes, I ran here!

Here is my way of dealing with a bad day.

Friday was a really crappy day for me, and I woke up Saturday morning, of course, feeling crappy! I got up at 8 am and couldn't get myself motivated to do anything until 9:30. I threw my running clothes on and got my lazy butt out the door to run a couple miles.

When I came to Pine Island Rd., where I usually make a right, I decided that I would go left...just because. Then, I decided...I'm gonna run to my parents' house because I've always wanted to, but never actually did it. Immediately, a few (pretty big) problems came to mind.

1. I have no water on me or planted along the course.
2. I have no shot bloks with me.
3. I have no idea how far it is to my parents' house (could be 7 miles, could be 15 miles?)
4. What if my parents aren't home if/when I finally get there!?

Ok, so whatever...I think I can deal with all these problems by (1) drinking out of a lake(!?!), (2)not replenishing my nutrients, (3)assuming that I can make it any distance, and (4)calling my parents when I'm somewhere near the house to tell them that if they aren't home...they need to hurry up and get home since I didn't bring a key!

Well, along the way, I end up making friends with a woman who is traning for a half marathon who happens to know my dad! (wtf!,small world!) AND, she lets me have some of her water!!

I FINALLY reach the Publix on the corner of Volunteer and Griffin and call my house from a phone the nice cashier let me use, even though I'm sure she thought I was nuts. They were home!!! So, I ran the last mile to the house and suprised them by showing up on foot.

Turns out, my run was 8.5 miles. So, what did I gain from this riduiculous adventure?

I gained a friend (and potential new running buddy), found my adventurous side, found a great new paved running path along a nice canal, and I realized the unknown isnt that scary and everything will be fine no matter how much you're freaking out.