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I ran 2 miles this morning and then went for an 8 mile bike ride.  It felt great.  When I got home, I had some leftover gazpacho for breakfast.  Gazpacho is a Spanish, tomato-based soup that is served cold.  We had it as a side dish last night and, I’ll tell ya, it is SO refreshing (especially in this heat).  The day was shaping up to be pretty great.  I planned to visit two accounts that both had emergencies come up.  My original plan had me driving for about 8 hours today, so I was pleased as pie when I found out that I needed to go to these two, closer accounts.  When I got home, I was going to do laundry and clean out my drawer of athletic clothing.

Plans are made to be broken…

I headed out to Malakoff, TX which is about a 1.5 hour drive from Arlington…or it should be.  Somehow, my GPS had me go the back route and it took 2.5 hours.  Once I got to the dealership, I found that the people who owned it had done nothing that we asked them to do with their leftover inventory and, essentially, the whole trip was a waste of my time.  I did end up staying there for about an hour just talking to the owner.  She had a very sad story and you could just tell that she wanted to share it with someone.  I listened and it was a good reminder (especially on days like today) that I really have nothing to complain about.

Well, I hit the road and got about 30 minutes toward Mesquite (my next stop) and a light came on in my dash.  It said “Left Front Tire Pressure is low.”  I pulled off the highway and checked the tire…nothing, but I did hear this hissing noise.  I checked the right front tire, the left back tire and when I got to the right back tire, it was flat as a pancake.  I sighed.  I still had an hour to go.  I filled it up with air and got back on the road.  I watched the dash as the pressure dropped from 44 to 40 in 2 minutes.  It dropped and dropped until I had to pull off again.  I ended up filling up that damn tire 4 times before I got home and the places that I had to stop will never be featured on lifestyles of the rich and famous.

At one point, was coming into East Dallas.  My pressure had dropped to 23 PSI.  I needed air badly.  I pulled off on Bexar and almost started crying right then.  This is the worst possible part of Dallas.  I mean, it’s BAD.  I had no other choice.  I made my way to a gas station, off of Malcolm X blvd (lovely), and pumped air into the tires as inconspicuously as I could.  I took my phone and my wallet out of the car as I filled up the tire so, in case someone wanted to just take the car, I would at least have my phone. It was easily the low point of my day.

Somehow, I made it all the way back to Discount Tire in Arlington.  I ended up getting all new tires ($515).  Thank GOD it’s a company car.  The tops of my feet are burnt from me kneeling down on the pavement so many times, I have more grease and dirt under my fingernails than the guy who changed my tires and I haven’t even eaten lunch.  I’m exhausted.  This day won.  I lost.  Better luck tomorrow.

Again, this is nothing compared to the story I heard to today.  I am truly blessed and thankful for what I have.


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