After my spin class, I drove over to the running/bike trail that runs parallel to the Legacy Highway. I parked in Farmington and ran two miles before turning back towards the car. Since it was still relatively early and cold, I only saw about ten other people along the trail. I was probably about 200 yards from my car when I noticed a couple running towards me about 100 yards away. She was wearing pink and black and he was wearing all blue. Often times I have a tendency to run looking down at the path, rather than straight ahead, so I wondered where the girl disappeared to as I passed her husband who was now running alone. Hopefully I wasn't going to be the last eye witness to a spouse or girlfriend disappearance.
Fortunately, about twenty seconds later, I saw her.
Unfortunately, though, I saw most of her.
She was squatting, underwear and running pants around her ankles, about 10 feet off the trail; relieving herself, completely shielded from the sight of unsuspecting joggers by the 12 inch high weeds that line the trail. Her head was down, no doubt providing the re-assurance that if she couldn't see people running along the trail, nobody could see her.
She looked up as I passed.
All I could do was shake my head and smile.
She must've really had to go bad. She couldn't possibly have waited 20 more seconds for me to run past???
On a less revealing note...
My kids have a real problem interrupting Jess and I while we are on the phone. Saturday afternoon, while on the phone with my sister, Rylee had something soooo important to tell me. She interrupted me once.
Then she interrupted me a second time (thirty seconds later).
Both times I asked her to wait until I got off the phone.
On the third interruption, I covered up the phone and asked Rylee why she was interrupting me again after I had asked her a million times not to interrupt me while I was on the phone.
She looked at me blankly.
With no facial expression she responded, "Two times. You asked me two times. Not a million."
She gets that from her mother.