MB runners bathroom 530 run. got mauled,shaken and spit out

My daughter has a hip injury from playing soccer so I've been driving her to school in the mornings. My plan at the beginning of January was to run Thursday mornings with the Mission Bay Runner's bathroom running group. Since I have to drive my daughter to school in the mornings- due to the injury, I can't make the morning runs.

Yesterday I decided to attend the 530 afternoon run. I started my run from home, close to Crown Point, at about 5:10. I thought I'd have enough time to make it to the runner's bathroom by 530. Well, I'm slow, I didn't make it there by 5:30. Paul and Tom, a couple of reeeeaaally fast guys, were at the bathroom when I got there at around 5:37. As soon as I got there paul says "German, I haven't seen you for quite a while" Yeay, I said, because I've been injured. so we start to run. As we started towards South Shores Paul and Tom mentioned that they were going to turn around at the bathroom. Great!! I thought. At least I'll try to keep up with them and then die when they turn around. When we get to South Shores' bathroom I'll have the excuse that I'm going all the way around since I'm going home and it's closer for me to go all the way around then to go back with them.

As we got to Fiesta Island I was sucking lots of air but was desperately trying not to show it. I figured that I could hang on for another 7 minutes or so. This pace was their warm up. On my best day, and the days get worse as I get older - three years ago I maintained a 7 minute pace for a 10K (I think), I can probably keep up with them at this pace. Tonight was tortorous. I kept on. They were talking about water and goo consumption during past 1/2 and marathon races and how it affected them. I was desperately just trying to hang with them as they held a comfortable conversation. Paul turns to me and asks me what I do during races. All I could think of was lots of water. I responded "I drink lots of water". Which is what I needed right there and then. The rest of the 7 or so minutes were a haze.

I was finally relieved when we finally made it to the bathroom. (No, not that kind of relieved . It was a relief to free myself from them. I continued around the loop thinking how I had basically been mauled by these two fast dogs. I've seen both of them race before while I volunteer on a race or two of the Dirt Dog CC series.

Yip! I got mauled, shaken and spit back out by these two tough dogs. It felt great.

I slept quite well last night by the way.

See y'all tomorrow,

German