10 Headlights

Fireworks 2, a photo by blue.shark on Flickr.

I cant believe they deleted like the best post Ive ever posted. Whatever, Im not bitter.

IM TOTALLY BITTER.
So yesterday I was listening to Elton John's "Tony Danza" while jogging one morning. (For those of you that prefer the correct title its "Tiny Dancer") The part that stuck with me was 'counting headlights on the highway.' This will make sense in a bit.

Im determined to do this 5k at the end of the month. Im determined to remain upright thru the whole thing and not die really. But I found this website that allows me to map my runs and I can see how far away someplace is. So I found this place to go to thats about 5k to go there and back home. The problem with the website is it doesnt tell you which streets are busy and which streets dont have sidewalks.

So 5:30 in the *badword* morning and here I am jogging my bum down to the military base. I got to this part on a very busy street where the sidewalk dies. So rather then play frogger for 5k, I decided to run in the ditch. Im sure you can already imagine how this story is gonna go.

You know that way of falling when your momentum is going forward and you try to go faster to catch up with yourself? And eventually end up barreling towards whatever obstacle is coming up, may it be the ground or a wall? In my case it was a post. Like a telephone post.
To further illistrate my point, check out this link at :31 to see what Im talking about.
And as I was running and trying not to eat it, racing straight towards this post, I started counting the headlights on the highway. 10 to be exact. 5 cars with at least 5 people in them watched me kinda eat it.