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Yeah, so the big news is that Dolvett is following me on Twitter. This might be because I stalk him. Let’s face it, not only is he amazing eye candy, but he is a damn good trainer. And, I have never seen earrings look so good on any man in my life. Go see for yourself if you think I’m a liar. He asked if I would have his children, but I told him I’m already taken. He cried. If you don’t know who Dolvett is, you clearly have a life and do not watch enough TV.
Ken and I went to meet some of his buddies from the Colorado Relay for a 7 trail run this morning. Like a dufus I work a tank and arm warmers, but soon found out that it was 40 degrees at the trailhead and things got a bit nipply.
I know you just zoomed in to see the nipply, but you can’t because this picture was taken later in the run when it warmed up so joke is on you.
When we first arrived, our co-runners were not there yet, and I felt a rumbling, so I headed to the pit toilet. It smelled so bad before I even opened the door that I decided to take a small dump outside of bathroom instead of inside. I doubt many people do that, but I am such a nature girl I prefer to use the dirt as my canvas and smell pine trees when I am having a special moment. I did have Huggies wipes in the car, so this isn’t as rugged as it seems.
We started up the trail:
We passed some deer and elk but fortunately no mountain lions came out to play even though I saw this sign:
As always, the views were gorgeous and as always my camera phone sucks and does not do them justice.
It was a gorgeous run even though I had my same old aches and pains in the LAC (Left Ass Cheek). I start my treatments this week with the sport’s med doc/chiro. He will do adjustments, ultrasound, gait analysis and some “drills” as he calls them. I am hoping to the high heavens about that this will be the trick to me getting my running mojo back. It’s been a long time since I’ve been ultra confident on these legs. Yes, I’ve kept running and racing, but something is not right in Denmark. Or Longmont. Or my ass.
Now for the funny part (and you thought the dump OUTSIDE of the bathroom was the funny part). Ken and I headed back before the rest of the group because we to get back from some kid thing. We were about two miles from the car, Ken was ahead of me, when it happened. We were on a single track trail and I lost my footing. I tumbled off the trail, did a full body roll as I hit the ground, grunted very loudly and came to a full stop in the weeds, laying on my stomach, stunned. Ken came back to make sure I was okay. I was okay. He then immediately said, “Since you are okay, can I laugh now?”
I used to be a gymnast and fell on my ass every day of the week. But a fall like today’s tumble when you are 44 years old makes you a sore, complaining whiner. I swear, my left boob hurts and my elbow. I even got this:
Ken said, “Oh my. I cannot believe you made it back to the car with that injury without me carrying you.” Sarcastic much? I did marry him because he never fails to make me laugh. And some other reasons too.
Did you get your workout in today?
Ever fallen on a trail? I’ve tripped before, but never had a full-on tumble to the ground.
Ever pooped outside of a bathroom because it stunk too much to go in? Confession: this was actually not my first time.