Well... There was this one little bitty 5K I ran, where I was so last that the police were holding the cars off from running me down from behind. I was literally bringing up the rear. For awhile, I didn't realize it though. I just know I was running down the middle of the street, not another sole in sight, and all these car fumes coming from behind me were killing me. This was a very hot afternoon, and I was having a very hard time trying to catch my breath, and these fumes were chocking me. When I rounded the corner, I did a little bitch speech to the nice lady cop who was controlling traffic, letting her know I didn't appreciate having to inhale all that. My bad. I guess that's what I get for consuming a gargantuan cheese burger at lunch! Ha! Good times. Good memories.
I'm so not a good runner.