Before I tell the story, yes, it did happen. And no, I didn't think to take any pictures, but yes, I do have witnesses. Megan and Ben saw me.
Ok, now for the story.
Yesterday, I met Ben and Megan for a run on the trails at Ann Springs. I have run at Ann Springs several times but in all honesty, I still don't know my way around. And Ben isn't helping by taking me on a different portion of the trail each time. But this is a different story.
Well, about 3/4 of the way through our run, we hit a patch of the trail that was basically mud and water. I was doing pretty good job of steering through both.
Until, we hit this one really bad and long patch. I was following behind Megan and Ben but for some reason I veered off course and through the deeper sections of the mud.
Did I mention that we were moving a good clip at the time.
About half way through this section, I took about 2 steps and then about 3 or 4 more steps. However, the last 3 or 4 steps, I took without my shoe. Ugh. My Thorlo sock was soaked and had turned dark from the mud.
To make matter worse, I had to walk back through the mud and water to retrieve my shoe. There is nothing worse than feeling mud and very cold water soaking through your sock.
I pulled once, twice, three times before pulling the shoe clear of the mud. Not stuck, it was more like glued into the mud. Staring into my shoe and just realizing then, I now had to stick my wet and muddy sock into a clean inside of my shoe. Mentally, I believe this hurt the worst.
For the next 3 or 4 miles, I felt like I was running with one heavy foot and one light foot.
Events like this just make life all the more interesting and is basically why I like hitting the trails.
I would never have had this experience just running on these asphalt covered trails that we like to call roads.