I took a boxing class on Thursday for the first time and I’ve been sore as all hell ever since. Oddly, it’s not my arms/upper body that’s sore, it’s my upper legs, especially my quads, that are giving me the most grief. I had to bail on spin class Saturday morning because walking was a struggle and I was too worried that spinning would knock me out completely — problematic when I was signed up to run a 5K on Sunday morning. Instead, I spent most of Saturday (slowly) walking around the city, foam rolling, doing lots of yoga stretches, and running a hot bath. All of that helped, at least a little, and I went to bed not totally resigned to the fact that I might have to walk the entire 5k.
Well, Sunday morning came and I was up at the crack of dawn. I was supposed to catch the bus to meet my friend at her apartment, and we’d set off to the 5K together. Somehow, though, I COMPLETELY spaced out when I was on the first bus and missed my transfer stop. Like, I missed it by almost ten stops. I really don’t know why I wasn’t paying more attention… But I decided to stay on the bus until almost the end, since that would get me halfway to my friend’s apartment, and then I’d switch to the Metro. However, when I hopped out at the third to last stop to transfer to the Metro, I realized that my SmarTrip, or my public transit pass, had fallen out of my pocket and was likely on the seat I had been sitting next to.
My SmarTrip is tied to work, as I get commuter benefits on it. The thought of having to go through all of the paperwork to redo my commuter benefits on a new SmarTrip filled me with terror, plus I had also put some of my own money on it that I’d rather not lose if possible. So, stiff legs and all, I ran to the very last bus stop in hopes of catching the bus idling there and finding my SmarTrip. I remember thinking to myself, “OMG, ow, but I guess I now know I can run this morning, omg OW.” I ran through a bunch of red lights (not smart, but it was 7 a.m. and no one was on the road) and somehow, found my bus just chillin’ at the terminal stop.
The bus driver kindly waved me on board when I explained I had left my SmarTrip on there, but then my heart sank when I saw that a presumably homeless passenger had flipped up the row of seats in the front (where I had been sitting) to store all of her belongings. I didn’t want to awkwardly go through her stuff (nor would I have any right to, so it’s not like it was even an option), so I resorted to even more awkwardly looking at seats nearby, ducking under the seats to check the floor, etc to see if I could find my stupid SmarTrip. The other passenger noticed what I was doing and joined in, too, and between the two of us we were basically scouring the whole bus.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably only 30 or so seconds, the lady with the many belongings looked at me oddly. “What are you looking for?”
“Uh, I think I left my SmarTrip on this bus a few stops ago?”
Silently, her hand reached into her pocket. She pulled out two SmarTrips — one hers, one mine.
“Here,” she said, handing me my pass.
I thanked her and the other passenger profusely, and then I hightailed it out of the bus, my newly found SmarTrip in hand.
I ended up making it to the 5K on time, and I even managed to run 2/3 of it AND get my second best 5K time, which is math that makes no sense to me but hey, I’ll take it! I participated in the race with my SmarTrip tucked safely into my sports bra — no way was I going to risk losing it somewhere along the race course after what had happened that morning.