That is of course unless you come across a lizard hurdle.
A fancy track term known only by elite runners? No. I mean real lizards. Scaly, evil looking lizards.
I was about a mile from home and completely lost in thought. I was starting to feel a little more relaxed, almost forgetting the fact that even though it was Friday, I still had to wake up bright and early tomorrow morning to head to class. I happened to cast my gaze downward and in the middle of the sidewalk, saw two lizards right in my path. First off, lizards? This is Eugene, why are there lizards on the sidewalk??? I could tell that if I didn't do anything, I'd be cleaning lizard remains off the bottom of my shoes, so I took a couple of weird steps to try and slow myself, then ended up just leaping over them, landing on my left foot. Of course, this is the leg with the possible IT band injury, so as soon as my foot hit the concrete at a weird angle, the pain started up again. I stopped for a moment to curse the lizards who were still hanging out on the sidewalk and then attempted to start running again. I decided after a few seconds that it wasn't happening, so I ended up walking the rest of the way home. So much for a stress free evening run.
Stupid lizards.
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