"You're supposed to wear a helmet!"

Still on my 110 minute high from yesterday, I was sittin' pretty this morning. When that wore off, I convinced myself that I had Ebola and a broken leg, and therefore couldn't go for a run today. But, then the weatherman said today would be the LAST NICE DAY EVER and runner's guilt got the best of me, so off I went. 

Today's running mistakes, in no particular order:

1. Eating Jimmy John's 90 minutes prior to running.

2. Overdressing -- apparently 60 degrees for Angela equals capri pants and a long sleeve shirt

3. Racing the rain... as it was scheduled to start at 4 p.m., I decided to run for 45 minutes at 3:30

4. Did I mention the Jimmy John's? Holy gut pain, Batman. 

Today's running highlights:

1. During my last mile, I heard a child screaming at me over my iPod, "You're supposed to wear a helmet!" 

2. I got a little concerned that this child either knows me personally (as a giant klutz, of course) or is a psychic when he yelled loud enough AGAIN for me to hear him, "I said you're supposed to wear a helmet!" 

Whether it was fear that the child's premonition was going to come true, the fear of the weather, or something else entirely, I ran my fastest four miles today.