I thought I was prepared...

Nothing to do on Sunday, so I decided to try my first ever 10 mile run. It may surprise a few, because of how much running I do, but I have never ran 10 miles at once. So I was nervous. Actually really really nervous. All sorts of questions ran through my head:
What happens I get lost? So I went to http://www.mapmyrun.com/ and traced a route.
What happens I forget my route? In sharpie I wrote it on the back of my hand.
What happens if I become too dehydrated? Made sure I was on the path with some stores/drinking fountains.
What happens if I can't finish it? Well I guess I could walk some..

So I was set mentally. I started out great. Ran from 26th to 6th... only had one glitch. My left ear bud died. But still had one left so just fine! 6th running up to Sycamore.... not bad. 6th and Sycamore to 36th. A little brutal cause it was in the sun. From this point on I ran east and south and north, and west.... well to put it into perspective I got lost. I wanted to make sure I got 10 miles in so I started to weave. Ugh bad idea! I put way too many miles in!

I realized I was really lost when I saw a corn field. I live in central Sioux Falls (26th and Cleveland) and was on 49th and something east of Sycamore. So I started jogging in a general direction, but still pushing onward with 49th street.

This is where my run went from fine to omg I want to go home.

I was in a residential area when I heard yipping. Great, a little dog (pure sacrastic!). Hopefully this dog is on a leash. I was edging onto the grass between the sidewalk and street when I looked down and realized the dog was not tied up! OH CRUD! Growling and barking this little poodle/mut was after me. I could hear the owner yelling "SOPHIE STOP." But the dog wasn't going to stop! Needless to say what happened next, is embarrassing. I ran smack into a tree. Was knocked down, scraped my shoulder and ankle and had a dog headed straight to my ankles. I closed my eyes waiting for the sucker to latch on... but the owner got there just in time with a cigar hanging out of his mouth scolding Sophie. He apologized and I just tried to look like I wasn't frazzled. My response "it would make for a great story."

Running off all I could do was just groan, and glance at my scraped ankle and shoulder. About 30 minutes later I was nearing home when a barking pug dog showed up off of his leash. I wanted to keep running but decided for my ankles sake I would turned around to try the next block.

2.5 hrs later (give or take a little) I was walking up my apartment stairs thinking I despise little dogs, especially on runs. I mapmyrun.com'ed it tonight to see my distance and I did about 13 miles. Pretty impressed with that... and I am not sore... for now!












Hope this can brightened your day and you had a good laugh because I think this whole incident is for the record books. :)