Well, since my shoes are soaked and Hutch says No More Excuses, I suppose ya'll are going to have to let me get my mileage some other way besides running. And since you are such kind and wonderful people, you'll allow that, huh?
So today I strapped on walking shoes and got my miles by walking - every where I could.
Today's miles: 4.2
Total so far: 239.97
Still to go for goal: 260.03
And I'm devoting the miles to Murphy today. And here's why...
It was a beautiful night... There was still a bit of red off on the western horizon. Looking straight above me there was a circular opening in the clouds - a clearing through which you could see the heavenly bodies. The humidity was lower, the temperature had dropped, the bugs were gone. Like I said, it was a beautiful night. I was about two-thirds of the way to the end of the road where I leave the trash when it happened. Yep. I ran out of gas. The tractor died. The lights went out. Silence. Murphy said it was time to put some more mileage on that pedometer. Even if I was wearing my hiking boots. Dognabbit. So I began to walk. That's when it started to rain. Not a lot. Just a couple of drops. Just so Murphy could remind me who was in charge. Again. For the umteempth time today.
I put the mostly full gas can in the back of the car, got the kid off the phone and computer and loaded into the car with me and we drove out to the tractor. I filled the tank, turned the car around and sent Kel and the car back to the house so I could continue on my way.
I finished my task without any more incidents. And so far, I've had no further incidents the rest of the evening. But I'm knocking on wood. Because knowing Murphy, he isn't finished with me yet.