So, I've mentioned before that I run to and from swim practice in the morning. This gives me a couple of easy extra miles, but it's also the easiest way to get there since there is no direct train or bus. I can run there in less than twenty minutes but it takes close to 40 taking the subway and walking. Anyway, I was doing this Friday - jogging home through Park Slope - when it happened. I had my trail running shoes on, had a short stride and was watching the ground for ice. I was approaching the intersection looking up at the crossing sign when I hit a patch of ice, fell and slid a good 5 feet on my side into the cross walk and into a foot deep slush puddle. The sensation was amazing. It felt like I was sitting in a giant slush puppy! When I got up there was a man across the street staring horrified. I was dripping. I'm pretty sure my fleece ensemble soaked up half the puddle. The horrified man asked me if I was okay; and I told him that I was great but a little wet. As I ran home the remaining two and a half miles, I laughed. Everyone looked at me. Everyone thought I was crazy and wet. I was very happy that I only had that short jog home because on my way body parts began to go numb and my pants were being pulled down by the weight of the water. When I finally got home I found that even through all that fleece I managed to bruise and scrape my knee and elbow. Despite the souvineers, I was pretty happy with my spill on Friday and feel like I had a truly unique opportunity to, for just one moment, feel like a slush puppy. Yum.
24 weeks until Ironman Lake Placid. Go Team!