It is a perfect morning in Mississippi!  Absolutely beautiful!  The sun is shining, there is a breeze.  The temp 57F and 79% humidity.  Cannot ask for better weather.  With this lovely weather, I set out for my run.

It was my goal to squeeze in 10 miles this morning.

I got a little bit of a late start today.  That is normal for Monday mornings, though.  Monday is the day that I call MIL.  I can count on a minimum of a full hour on the phone…it usually goes to at least 1.5 hrs of fun!  I think both of us leave little notes of things we want to remember to mention on Monday mornings and seeing as we are both talkers, it all adds up to a long, albeit fun phone call.  🙂

I called MIL this morning at 7:15 and got off the phone about 9:00.  Fortunately, I already had my running clothes on and as soon as I hung up the phone, I flew out the door for my 10 miler.  I was going to try to get done as soon as I could because by the time I was finished, MFH (My Favorite Husband) would be about ready for lunch.  Yikes!  I really needed to get my ducks in a row.

The weather really was on my side this morning and I was keeping pretty close to a 10 minute mile.  I had, on purpose, picked the easiest route I could for the 10 this morning, primarily because I have 17 staring me in the face for Wednesday.  I needed the miles but I didn’t want dead legs for Wednesday.  Call me a sissy.

Things were moving right along but I was starting to get tired and my pace was dropping off.  At mile 8, I noticed this guy standing by his car.  He had obviously pulled off the highway to the road that leads to my house.  He was walking back and forth, staring at the ground in bewilderment.  He looked like he needed help so I ran over to where he had pulled over.

When I reached him, I asked if he needed help.  Then I looked down.  He had the flattest flat tire I had ever seen in my life.  Yup.  That would be the problem.  But I looked further. He had tried to take the back tire off the car (this was all on the drivers side of the car) to move it to the front when his jack had decided to break.  That was not good.  THAT is why he was just standing there.  This guy was in a pickle and he knew it.

He kinda looked at me.  Here I was, in running stuff, sweating like a pig asking if he needed help.  Like, what could I do!?!  He did admit, though, that he needed help.

I pulled my cell phone out of my SpiBelt and called MFH.  I explained that there was a gentleman who needed a jack~that he had a flat.  I told MFH where we were and that we would wait for him to arrive.  After a few minutes, here came MFH and I continued along my merry way.

Seeing as I only had two more miles to run and I had just had a nice little break, I had received a second wind!  HA!  And here you thought I was doing all of that just to be nice.  I took off and zoomed through my last two miles.  Because of my break at mile 8, my average pace for the 10 miles was still pretty close to a 10 minute mile.

I did make it back to the house before MFH but just barely.  MFH is handy with cars.  I knew he could help that guy.  That’s what neighbors do, right!?!  Glad we could help.   🙂