Friday night, after a particularly rough few days at work, my husband said we were invited to his Sgt's house. So within 15 minutes of me getting home I changed and got right back into my car to go over there. Turned out to be a handful of our friends and we were celebrating a (early) birthday. We had some good food and had no trouble entertaining ourselves with crazy shenanigans. And Cards Against Humanity of course. It had been way too long since we got together with everybody so it was much needed. We didn't get home until midnight though, so there was no waking up before the sun to go running. By the time I got up it was 8:30 and I had no desire to go running. And I have no regrets. Times like this take precedence over my Saturday morning running insanity.
So I got up this morning and proceeded to Blanchard Woods park to get my hill running on. I planned on running 4 miles with a bunch of hill repeats to get ready for the mountain that awaits me in Virginia this August. I'm on my way to the park and... my car starts acting really weird. I got there and wasn't sure if I should turn around and go back home. Would my car make it home? I'm here so I might as well go running right? But first let me park the car, turn it off, and turn it back on to see if the problem corrects itself. It starts and I back up. And I can't go forward. Great. But at least I'm in a park and it didn't die on the road, which I risked if I tried to drive it home. Husband wasn't picking up his phone. So I called the roadside assistance people at USAA and they got me hooked up with a tow truck. I notice the truck is leaking fluid - doesn't look like oil, it's more of a watery reddish brown. Transmission fluid. Not really sure why my 2012 car has transmission problems, but it's under warranty so to the dealer it went. Since all this happened on a Sunday, the dealer was not open and neither were any rental car places. So 2 minutes after I gave up and called for a cab, my husband FINALLY called back and came to my rescue. He took me down to the airport so I could get a rental car, and I'm calling the dealer first thing in the morning.
I never did go running. Once I realized how screwed my car was I knew it just wasn't going to happen today.
This weekend - life ran me. For better and for worse, it ran me. But it's ok. I had a great time Friday night, and I didn't die today - only my car did. And they're gonna fix it for free. Life is still good.
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| My turtle companion - he sits in my (dead) Jeep! |
I'll continue with my workouts as normal this week and go hill running next weekend.
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