I think it was a LITTLE too soon after my marathon to attempt a hilly 12 mile run. Oh well.

So I'm running home today. I'd told Roy I wasn't sure if I wanted to run the entire 15-16 miles home and he said "I could pick you up at some point so you'd only have to run part way." Okay! I suggested the park, and told him I'd call him if I decided to do the entire 16 miles.

So I'm at mile 9 and my legs are KILLING me, and it is FREEZING. The wind is whipping, it's about 50 out, it is a tad too warm with my jacket on, but too cold with it off. So if I put it on, I sweat and then the wind comes up and the sweat freezes and I'm darn near hypothermic! We are having the COLDEST damned spring! So all I can think about is "Only three miles. That's like 30-35 minutes. I can do three miles and then I'll be in the warm car! THREE miles!"

At mile 11 I call to let him know I'm almost there, and it sounds like he's outside. "Where are you?"

"I'm almost to the park on my bike."

"Your bike!?! No!!!! YOu were going to pick me up!"

He totally misunderstood, although HOW he misunderstood since it was his idea to pick me up, is beyond me. So he decided that he'd meet me on his bike. He brought me two extra waters, and a Reeses (my treat for when I run more than 10 miles), and was going to bike the last 5 miles home with me.

I, of course, am so cold I'm literally slurring my words. I'm tired. My legs are heavy. Normally a few extra miles, no biggie. But two weeks after a marathon was a bit too soon to run this much.

So I'm trying not to cry. He suggests I go back to McDonalds and warm up (he doesn't realize I'm a mile and half past, there, but oh well) and he turns around to go back home.

I run back to McDonalds and decide to try a Starbucks in a store that looks like a regular Sbux. No tables. That won't do because I need to sit. I call him to let him know I'm going in to McDonalds and it sounds like he's STILL outside so I say "How close are you to home?"

"Not close at all." he grumbles.

He got a flat tire right after he got off the phone from me. Not just a tsssst tire, but an actual blowout. Three miles from home.

So he had to walk back three miles and I figured another half mile wouldn't kill me, so I ran to the next Starbucks I knew.

Got in there and it's crowded. There was one table with no one at it, but only one chair and some jerk is sitting there with his foot up on the chair. So I figure I'll go grab something to eat and hopefully a table will clear. Get my stuff, and no table. So I go over to the other table and he is texting, foot on only chair in restaurant. I try to catch his eye, and he intentionally puts his head down further (it was so obvious). But out of the corner of my eye I see some people getting up, so I figure "Okay, I'm sure your foot NEEDS that chair, so I'll go over there." I go and put my sandwich on the table, and go grab some napkins. Someone had spilled a drink all over the countery thing, INCHES from the two full napkin holders, and of course left it. So I grab some napkins, wipe it up (muttering about people who think their personal maid must follow them around), grab some napkins for me, turn around...SOME LADY IS SITTING AT MY TABLE IN FRONT OF MY SANDWICH. Now it's not like it's half eaten and maybe someone didn't finish it and left it. No, it's a brand fresh sandwich in the container sitting there.

So I walk over to the table, figuring she'll be embarrassed and get up, and she intentionally turns and looks the other way (this is not a 18 year old "lady" this is a lady about 60) and turns in the chair trying to pretend she doesn't see me. So I just stand there, then reach down and intentionally take my sandwich trying to catch her eye. Okay...

Walk over towards the other open table with foot guy. Nope. He's not moving his foot. A chair (one of the soft ones) opens up so I sit in that and wait for a table (I don't like trying to eat over my lap) and sip my coffee. Finally the rude lady leaves and the people next to her leave. I get up, go over and guess what? They all left ALL their stuff on the tables. Now I personally do not for a MOMENT understand the mentality that says "Oh. Someone ELSE will clean my mess." In fact one lady was standing waiting for her husband to come out of the restroom WATCHING me clear off her table! Again, we're not talking YOUNG lady. This woman was probably about 65!

So either on my run I ran through some radioactive dust that rendered me completely invisible, or today was day at the Everett Starbucks and I didn't get the memo.

Yeah, I should have just asked foot guy to move his damned foot, but you know how sometimes you get so tired that you just don't want to open your mouth or you will say some not very ladylike things? I was THAT tired.

And poor Roy...here he was trying to be all thoughtful and romantic and what did he get for it? A lonely bike ride, a flat tire, and a four mile walk home on his bum knee. I did share my Reeses with him...and even though I was not a happy camper when I realized no warm car was waiting, I wasn't mad at him. Once I was warm and had eaten (Italian Grinder...very good.) I was quite appreciative of the effort.

Stopped at the Bike Centres and got some new tubes for my bike. Saw the guy who did my bike fit. He asked me about it and was quite pleased to hear that it had all but taken care of my back and hip problems. (It was worth EVERY penny!) And now I am home and heading to take a bath!