TOUGH TOUGH TEN…
This past week at the PGA Championship, veteran golfer (and golf fashion nightmare) John Daly played a hole he’d rather forget.
During the second round on the par 3 10th hole, Daly put a trio of balls in the water to score a “septuple” bogey (that’d be a 10). He responded by hurling his club into Lake Michigan.
Basically he had what some people refer to as “one of those days.”
Well, Saturday morning I went for a 10-mile long run and had one of those days of my own. If there was water anywhere near, I might have pulled a Daly and tossed my running shoes into it.
So how did things go off the rails? It was a myriad of muck.
For starters, SoCal is in the middle of a heat advisory this weekend. And me and heat are not very good running buddies (I prefer his friend “cool and cloudy”).
Even though I got out pretty early, hitting Griffith Park at 7am, the temperature was already in the mid to upper 70s (on it’s way up to 54 bajillion degrees).
And since I’m only a week or so removed from getting over an icky chest cold, my fitness level was already “a bit less than optimal” (okay, that’s being generous). Couple that with warm weather and I figured it would be a bit tougher than normal.
To make matters worse, at mile 3 my iPod informed me that its battery was low. And since there tend to be very few charging stations out on the road (and I left my 10 mile extension cord at home) I was a bit out of luck. I hoped that the charge would last long enough for me to finish my run. Nope. Not even close.
About 2 miles later my iPod battery breathed its last and I was left to run to the melodic sound of my heavy breathing. It’s got a good beat, but you certainly can’t dance to it.
So I continued trudging along, having a rather sucky time, not to mention that I felt an odd sensation on my chest. RELAX, not that kind of pain at all.
Let’s just say things were feeling a bit “ouchy” on both sides of my torso. Now, I wear nip guards to help with nipple chafing and they do a good job… when they stay on that is.
I reached down and to my horror discovered that both nip guards were MIA. Turns out that that sticky adhesive hadn’t really adhered today (due to heavy sweating and me being a bit of hairy boy) and both nip guards decided to protect my nipples by falling off. Thanks guys.
Knowing that my nubbins had been going “commando” for several sweaty and cheese-gratery miles, I dreaded knowing how bad they were.
So I looked down.
Now, I could have posted a picture of what my shirt looked like, but even I have limits. Let’s just say that if I was wearing a smiley faced T-shirt, it would have looked it had two utterly bloodshot eyes.
Add all this together and you’ve got a big sack of suck.
Come 6 and a half miles, my body and spirit were done for the day. Too bad I was still 3 and a half miles away from my car.
So doing a run/walk combo (far far more walk than run) I made my way back to my auto.
I felt pretty lousy to be honest.
And that’s when I got a bit of perspective.
A car parked near mine had been broken into and their passenger window was smashed. My car was untouched.
Suddenly my run didn’t seem quite so sucky.
So, I’ll be back at it come Monday with a positive attitude… and a fresh pair of nip guards.
Hide your belongings… and Run on!