About two years ago, I got tired of being a fat video game geek. I started running, first on a treadmill, then outside. I ran a few organized 5ks, then 10ks, and this January, my first marathon.
I'm going to run another marathon in June, and to train, I need to run long distances at least once a week. Because of my schedule and circumstances, the best time for me to run is at night. I run on a sidewalk along a well lit street, with reflective gear and a blinking bike light.
Tonight, at about the four mile point, someone in a car going about 45 miles an hour tossed an egg at me and it miraculously hit me right in the junk.
I crumpled to the ground almost instantly; by the time I could look up through my blinding pain, I couldn't see any identifying characteristics of the car that egged me, other than to tell it was a car, not a truck.
I couldn't do anything for the next five minutes other than hunch over, semi-fetal position. It felt like I had to pee really bad at first, then, slowly turned into a dull ache.
A car full of people from the theater stopped and made sure I was ok, offered a ride, but their car was full. Eventually I was able to get up, start walking back home, and jog the last two miles back.