I had a computer training meeting in downtown Fort Worth Wednesday morning.
Before I left the house, I grabbed my phone then grabbed a handful of quarters for the meter.
I get downtown. I feed the meter, run across the street and realize I don't have my phone.
Must have left it in the car, I thought.
I check the car. Its not there. Must have put it on top of the car while I was feeding the meter. Its not on the car or on the ground.
The whole time this is going on, a homeless guy had walked by and was now about three blocks away. He must have my phone, I thought.
I ran down Fifth Street and caught up with him before he crossed Throckmorton Street.
I wondered what I should say to him. Should I pat him down?
"Excuse me, sir, " I asked. At least I was nice.
"Yeah," he said, turning around.
"Do you have a phone?" (Notice I didn't say, "do you have my phone." This was a very calculating question on my part. Didn't want to come off like I was blaming him)
"What the heck would I be doing with a phone," he said.
At that instant, I realized that when I grabbed the quarters in the change jar at my home, I put my phone down. And never picked it up again.
After the meeting, I drove home. My phone was lying on the couch.
Another glass of 5ksandcabernets
I hadn't run since Tuesday morning, so I made myself do 5 miles today. It was hard. The night before, I drank three glasses of Hess Estate Allomi Cabernet Sauvignon with Circle30 at Zambrano Wine Cellar. I also ate half a pizza. On the running trail this morning, it took three miles before I felt "normal." But I met my goal of not running too fast, that is, keeping my run under 80 percent of my max heart rate.
It's hard to run that slow, but I figure if I can do this enough, I'll reduce the chances of re-injuring myself.