My long run on Sunday was quite slushy. I was splashed by a few cars (I am sure it wasn't on purpose, but it doesn't make it feel any less wet and yucky, when one side of your body is covered in cold slushy splatter). When I managed to get home, I looked down to take off my shoes. I was horrified to see this:
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| note the reddish stuff on both shoes |
Now, I know I watch too much CSI. But I was honestly shocked and horrified that I had somehow run through some sort of crime scene without even noticing! My husband took one look at the
evidence shoes, and informed me it was obviously ketchup. Bless his heart, he even did a little "sniff" test.
So. I ran on a ketchup packet (perhaps from a late-night craving someone gave in to to?). It made a goopy mess of my shoes. I have been running in snow for the last 2 days, in an attempt to clean them up a bit.
Years from now, I may tell the story differently, for some pizazz. "Then, I ran through some sort of bloody crime scene!"
...but only if the hubs isn't around to burst my bubble.
Happy Running!
