My new running groove means lots of running type laundry. And winter running means extra layers, and extra laundry. There was a good pile of not-so-sweet-smelling gear to get clean. And for good measure, I threw in my shoes. These shoes air dry in just a few hours, so I'd be fine for my next run.
On my way to work, the running bag dutifully stowed in my trunk, was short a pair of shoes.
Shoes were still hanging in the laundry room.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge", is almost what I said.
After a moment of panic, trying to figure out when I was going to run this evening, I remembered that I'd prepared for just such an occasion: Keep spare gear in the car. So I had some really crappy old shoes, but they were shoes. I was not happy. But I wasn't in a panic.
Then, the UPS man came.
He came bearing new shoes. Shoes (more appropriate for the conditions) that I'd ordered last week.
It was a little running miracle.
Good things happen to good people. Runners are good people. Ergo, good things happen to runners.
Numbers: 2.3 miles at 8:22, tight schedule, but hit every "hill" in the business park. One of those runs I didn't want to end. Life's good!