That's when it happened, left foot in, right foot in, then like always, pick up the left foot and put it in front of the right. I mean, I've been doing this for a while - not just most of my life, but more than 27 years ... there are only a few things I've done longer and none of them were acts of the will. I've been walking longer than I've been talking, for pete's sake!
And all of a sudden I see my foot come out of the mud, which I thought was rocks. That's right, people, my foot! Not my shoe! My foot! The mud had swallowed up my shoe! You don't believe me...well, see how I had to carry my shoes back to the car with me - almost an entire mile!
I'm fine with mud - I usually like to be more prepared for it - in my 'mud day clothes' and stuff, but I can handle it.
Today was NOT, I repeat N-O-T the day to get all muddy. Especially with my 20 minutes of straight running plan. So I walked back to my car, typing up my story, listening to Matt Maher sing My Only Love. Now I'm going to reward my galient efforts with a glass of my favorite wine, some dinner, potentially a few pieces of chocolate, and This Is 40. Everything else on the to-do list gets moved to tomorrow night!