Eeeww

9:27 mile and a grody moment.

I sneezed a messy sneeze all over my hand while I was running. You know, the kind that makes strings of goo between your fingers. I wiped it on my already sweaty-gross shirt and pressed on.

I know. Yuck. Really freakin yuck.

But I didn't want to stop. I was already running very late (no pun intended), which meant that if I stopped for any measurable length of time (it's not like there's kleenex nearby in a gym... would have had to hit the locker room), I would have just packed up and left if I wanted to pick up the girls from school on time. But I was only .3 miles into the run. Also, it was way packed. Even if I had time to go clean up and finish the run, I likely would not have had a machine to return to.

So, what does a guy do in a situation like that? That's right, he reverts to basic human instinct. Use the closest available absorbent material.

And I still made good time, so I'm not sorry about it. But there's no way in heck the cute girl that was jogging next to me will EVER give me the time of day.


(spoken like a true dumb a$5)