Slow Motion

4 miles - so on Tuesday I went for a 4 mile run with fellow team member Kristin out on the lower Beaver Ave trail just as dusk was hitting at 5pm. My heart goes out to Kristin and Ken as they had attended a funeral in the morning for a 5 year old that they were running in honor of, that lost her battle with Leukemia last weekend. So sad and hard to grasp. We had a good run although I'm still battling stomach issues and was a bit of a "slow motion" sluggish run for me and we were back just in time for complete darkness. Which was great as I was having dinner with friends at 7pm. Enter: the chaos for the day. When I stepped out on the trail for the run, I separated my keys and threw my house keys on the console in my car and just took my car key for the run. So when I got home I got out of my car, closed the garage door and was on my merry way to the house to open the door (yes, I have a detached garage) when I realized I didn't have my keys. It was one of those "Slow Motion" moments where I turned and saw the last few inches close on the garage door and momentarily thought about throwing my body under the door to trigger the sensors so the door would go up. alas... no go and locked down tight it went. With my keys inside. So as I stand shivering and sweating in cold/dark winter night I decide to try to break into the garage to no avail. Head over to my neighbors for some hand little "tools" that may assist with the break in. No good. $50 and 45 minutes later a locksmith spent a mere 20 seconds to unlock it and charged my credit card and was on his merry way. I am a dork. The sequence of events leading to this were ridiculous. Who puts their spare key to their house in their locked garage? Who does that?? Me.