On my commute into work this morning, my mind wandered from topic to topic as it often does. I contemplated washing my filthy Honda Civic. Once I visualized the shiny surfaces, I pictured the countless little scratches that would be uncovered by the act. The thought thread led me to images of Nick's dirty, scratchy, truck. I recalled providing one of those scratches one very windy day in 2009.
A gust of wind, bent on carrying away the horseshoe hanging from my hand by a piece of twine, succeeded in its mission. Eventually it was thwarted by a mighty defender, in the form of Nick's truck door. My first reaction of course, was to recover the small metal plate engraved with the message "KUS Rockin K Trail Marathon Finisher", which in perceiving the brawn of the door forsook its adhesive bond to the horseshoe and dropped to the ground. I was pleased that the metal plate took well to being readhered to the horseshoe and turned my attention back to the door, where I noticed a fresh scratch. Oopsy!
My mind flashed to a memory of another horseshoe. A horseshoe which read "KUS Rockin K Trail Marathon Womens Third Overall". A horseshoe which fell from my hand upon unloading numerous bags and parcels from my arms. The metal plate was lying on the floor a small distance from the horseshoe it had once been attached to. The two were happy to be reattached, but the plate suffered a bent corner in the fall.
My goodness, I thought. 100% of my awards from Rockin' K have either caused or received damage. Perhaps it's a sign. Maybe a sign that the Rockin' K gods aren't pleased with my performance. Maybe I should try for first place. Or maybe the Rockin' K gods want me to run the 50 next time. I'll have to try something! Or maybe I should just stop being uncoordinated. Who knows?