Sloshing On the Slush

Went out on a run today after school. My hope was that I'd get out of this little funk I'm in and I could clear my head. I took a new route and was doing pretty well. I love new routes. I feel like Lewis and/or Clark when I do that.

All was well until about mile 3. That's when the hardened slush caked the sidewalk. Some of you are thinking, "Well, why didn't you just run around the slush?" I would've loved that option, believe me. In fact, here were my options:

1. Turn around. I determined that I was committed and I wasn't Nancying out on this one (no offense to any readers named Nancy)
2. Veer to the right. Nope. More snow and the neighbors wouldn't like it. I half-expected an old guy in a rocking chair and a shotgun yelling, "Geet offa mah land!"
   
3. Veer to the left. Not crazy about running on one of the busiest thoroughfares in the city. I don't need to get smacked by a Chrysler, thank you very much.
4. Plod ahead and pray to God I don't twist an ankle.

#4 was the only viable option and I plodded ahead. Not too bad, but I'm sure my ankles and calves will feel this in the morning. Long post short, I managed to clear my head and I feel a little better than I did at the end of my day, thank you very much.

As I ran, I think I came up with some future posts if nothing with any depth and/or substance comes to me, so stay tuned. I'm sure you're going to be refreshing this page every 30 seconds or so to see what I've come up with.