Songs On Loop Inside My Head

   This past week saw me get three runs in, as my chest cold continues to improve. Tuesday I ran 8 miles, Thursday 5.2 miles, and Saturday 7.5 miles with 1500 feet of climbing. During Thursday's run, a couple of interesting things happened. First, I saw two road runners cross the road in front of me when I was about 1.5 miles from being finished. Since I don't run with headphones, I sometimes get a song on loop going through my head. After I saw the two road runners, I started singing the Road Runner cartoon theme song to myself, over and over, and over.

"Road Runner, Road Runner runs down the road all day.
Even the coyote can't make him change his ways.
Road Runner, the coyote's after you.Road Runner, if he catches you you're through."

      I'm sure you get the drift. Everyone who grew up in the 60's and 70's watching cartoons every Saturday morning knows this song. I could go on, but enough of having songs on never ending loop inside my head. 

     The other thing that happened was my custom running Depends had very little fluid in it after my run. This was something I was very excited about, maybe I'm finally returning to normal. 

     Saturday's run had Robin, Maggie and I heading up the power line dirt road above F.P. Elementary school. It was a beautiful morning after some severe winds the four days prior. On this particular run, again I had something new happen to me. On the way back to the car, I had to change my custom Depends, as fluid began to run down my leg. I'm not sure if the issue was the dog pulling on the leash, or the fluids I was consuming along with Jelly Belly Sport Beans with caffeine. I have had issues drinking tea with caffeine, it goes right through me, whereas alcohol does not. Lucky for me I had a spare Depends with me. So from Thursday's run, where I hardly peed myself, to Saturday, when I filled my pad, my emotions about my recovery continued to ebb and flow(pun intended). 

     I have subscribed to and followed Runner's World magazine since the 1970's. For a runner to get a picture or their name in the magazine is close to the ultimate thing to happen in our sport. Recently, an article about chafing was published, and a picture of me with bloody nipples made the cut.

 I finally made it into a Runner's World article, but for all the wrong reasons.

Picture of Me with Bloody Nipples on Runner's World