Chasing a DNF

Murphy’s law state’s that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” . As with many things in life, it can be argued that perception is relative to he or she who is perceiving. Indeed a meteor did not come hurling in from space to annihilate me on the trail, but it could have, and by the end of this race I may have welcomed it. So maybe we should restate the law as “anything relevant that can go wrong, will go wrong.” The Naked Bavarian McCalcium and I drove out to the Reading area the night before (in style in the sweet Toyota Sienna using as many of the 23 cup holders as we could). Side note, if you ever book a hotel that has a field to enter special request, DO NOT pass up on that opportunity. Once in Tucson, AZ I got a Best Western to put a framed picture of Val Kilmer on my nightstand. I humbly requested the Fairfield Inn place a picture of Justin Beiber on McCalcium’s night stand. They kind of didn’t disappoint. He got this (I don’t know what they meant by it). ...

After pacing in my snow-covered driveway for a few minutes waiting on the Garmin to connect to GPS satellites, I was finally ready to knock out this run. I pressed the button, the timer started and I launched in the snow and slush in the aftermath of Winter Storm Liam. That first step is when I heard the “pop” in my ankle. “Oh that can’t be good” I thought to myself. In typical idiot fashion I kept on running. I had miles behind me and miles more to run after all. I started the week feeling pretty darn good. I had put a 6 mile training run to foot with The Commander and some good friends over the weekend. One girl, we will call her Silver because her initials are AG, and I run together because we run at the same pace and she pushes me. It was a good run with good friends and everything I thought I needed to be ready for the Moraine State Park Frosty Feet 5k trail run the following weekend. My plan was to maybe run once during the week, but maybe not.  It has been referred...