>And I was worried about men in bushes...

>Do you remember Thursday when I said I was kinda scared about running the park in the evening alone?
Well, I went. I noticed as I pulled into the lot across the street to park that there was a new bride and her groom in the park. I also noted the photographers and what appeared to be family members and a small wedding party.

NO big deal, right!?!

I started my run off in the opposite direction of the little gathering. I thought that surely by the time I got the first mile done and came back around they would be done. I was so wrong. I couldn't cross the bridge to go to the other side of the park at all. Again, no big deal. I told myself, "I'm a big girl. I have my Blackberry on me in case I need to make an emergency phone call should one of those men in the bushes jump out at me. So, I will just take the road around to the other end of the trail." I was doing so good and felt great. My time was okay, or it seemed it was. I wasn't really timing myself just kind of going with the flow of my music. That was all fine and good until I crossed the street. A mud hole found my shoe.

My run was doomed from there on out and all I could think was, "who in the heck gets married on a Thursday!?!?!?"  My shoe. The entire rest of my run was me being ill about my shoe. I swear (and you can see) that it looked like a large infant had a bad case of diahrea on my beloved runners. I was miserable.

I finished my run. I got in my car and dialed up my hubby. I gave him an earful (like it was his fault.. lol). He assured me that my shoes would be fine. He could get them clean. I had little to no hope in what he was telling me.
But, he was right. He is the sweetest. He cleaned my shoe with a toothbrush! It was sparkly and shiny and new again. :) I was again a happy runner.
And to think it was men hiding in bushes waiting to jump out and get me that I was so worried about. It never occurred to me that mud could be just as dangerous!