Why I don't run

I don't want to sound melodramatic, but i almost died today. Seriously. Ok, maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but it was pretty bad. for some reason I woke up early today; I mean REALLY early, and I thought, well...I don't have anything to do, so why not try to get in a little exercise. There's very little to do in Stenay and we seem to be all but banned from using the gym, so the only real options for exercise are doing crunches on our disgusting floor (because noone seems to be able to explain to me where I can find a broom or vaccuum cleaner) or going for a run. This morning I wasn't really in the mood to pick dead insects and mysterious fluff out of my hair and the weather looked pretty nice, so I thought, let's go for a run. For those of you who know me (pretty much all of you, I'd guess), unless I'm trying to escape a man in a hockey mask with a knife, I don't run. I don't find it to be entertaining, enlightening or in any way enjoyable. So the fact that, this morning, I willingly chose to do it, is a testament to how bored I am here. Anyways...I decided to go running, it was a little chilly out so I thought: should I take a jacket? No. Once I start running, I'll warm up a little and it won't be necessary. So I left the house with nothing but exercise clothes, keys and an ipod (Mistake #1). A couple of minutes into the run I thought, I'm feeling good, the weather is nice, I'll take the long way today (Mistake #2). A couple of minutes later it started to drizzle a little, I thought: it's just a little rain, it'll pass and kept running (Mistake #3). A couple minutes later, at the point of no return, where it would be longer to admit defeat, turn back and retreat to the dusty, but much warmer sanctuary of my apartment, it started to pour. Then it started to hail. Little balls of ice falling from the sky, biting my already aching naked flesh. Forgive me for waxing poetic, but it was so awful that it barely felt real. It was more like sometime you'd read about happening in some really depressing book to some really unlucky protagonist. And i'd like to point out that this is roughly an hour long run, so at this point, tired, cold and numb as I was, I still had a good 25 minutes left to go in the stinging cold rain and hail. Have I mentioned that I'm still recovering from bronchitis? And it was then that I slipped and twisted my ankle. I still don't know what I tripped over, but I do know that it hurt. So to recap: cold, wet, tired and in pretty severe pain. Obviously I gave up running, and opted for the more pathetic method of limping in the rain. It was then that my saviour found me. Apparently the universe decided that I'd been punished enough and allowed me a tiny sliver of good fortune. One of the teachers at my school happened to be driving by at that moment and thankfully she stopped to give me a ride home. So the moral of the story is: don't run ever. But if you absolutely have to, make sure you live in a place where people are nice enough to save you from yourself.