slug bug

I've been a lot of a slug these last few weeks. Couple that with a few sleepless nights on an air mattress (that's another post) and you get a grumpy mamma bear that doesn't want to do a thing.
So judging by the light coming through my bedroom window this morning, I was sure I had slept until 9ish. I was so heartbroken that I would not have time to get in my morning run.....NOT. See, I ALWAYS try to find a reason to not exercise. I don't know why I do that because I ALWAYS feel better when I get off my rear and go. Anyways, I couldn't tell what time it was by the alarm clock (that's another post as well) so imagine my surprise when I looked at my phone and it was only 8! As I rolled over and pulled the sheets up over my head, this little voice telling me to "get up and go running" was causing quite a racket inside my head. So, what did I do? Well, naturally I tried to shut the stupid voice up! Didn't work. So I decided I would try to be extra sporty and run a different route today to make up for all of my slackerness the last 2 weeks; and that folks, is really what this post is all about, so I will get to it straight away-
I'm not even going to try to compete with another famous "Lil mama" that runs like a mad woman, but since I am IN THE BEGINNING of my running endeavors I feel like I am making some progress. I ran/walked 1.84 miles today in 28 minutes. My Cardio Trainer app on my phone tells me I burned 279 calories and my average speed was3.9 mph. "Not too shabby" I say. I couldn't even run a block 6 months ago.
At the end of my first mile (which I ran entirely) I was feeling pretty good,(mind you I was running into a head wind on a slight incline) as I approached an intersection that I needed to cross. I was just feeling like I needed to slow my pace and catch my breath when a huge gorcerygetter Suburban throttled through the stop sign and emitted a HUGE gas cloud of fumes that caused me to hack up a piece of my right lung. I slowed my pace to a "fast walk" for about 2 blocks and when I felt that I had recovered from the lung incident I started running again. My goal was to make it all the way to the stop sign in a sprint sort of fashion. To borrow words from a popular song..."With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground" okay, I didn't REALLY crash to the ground, but felt like I was going to. I don't think I had fully recovered from losing that piece of lung at mile one.
In the end, I made it home safely, and I feel like I'm going to have a great day...as soon as I can get 32 ounces of Diet Coke into my system ;)