So this is a story of my Saturday, ending with a real life mystery. Theories on what happened are welcome.
This past Saturday, because I still can’t run, I volunteered to pass out medals to all the finishers of the Rudolph Run 5K. I’m usually running the race, so being on the other side of the race was an interesting experience. And a COLD one! Holy cow! A blast of arctic air decided to visit our state. It was something like 30 degrees F with drizzle falling from the sky. I had on leggings under my jeans, 2 shirts, 2 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of gloves, a knit cap and my fleecy coat. Still, when the last finisher crossed the finish line about 1.5 hours after the start of the race, my toes were blocks of ice. Seriously. It took 30 minutes with my feet under a blanket and a heating pad when I got home to get all the feeling back in my toes.
It was a miserable experience, but it was a lot of fun too. Runners are a creative bunch. Some of them really get in the spirit of the run and come up with all kinds of cool costumes. There were lots of hats with reindeer antlers running around. One guy ran in Santa decorated pajamas. Yep. Flannel shirt and pants with little Santas all over them. Then, there was the guy who ran in a blow up Santa suit. How could he move, let alone run?! And of course, Santa himself was there, cheering on the runners. Here’s what the race looked like from my vantage point on the sidelines.
And getting to hand out medals to first time 5K finishers was so fun. There were so many kids, like under 10 years old, who ran the Rudolph Run as their first 5K. I loved being able to high-five them, congratulate them, and hand them their medal. And then there were my friends. There was my friend who blazed through that 5K in record time. And I got to give him his medal! And my marathon training buddy who ran the race with his cutie pie of a daughter. I loved seeing them and being able to give them their medals too. And seeing the overall winner of the race all the way to the very last finisher…pretty neat.
And then I got home and am still perplexed by what happened next.
Almost a year ago, I came home from a run and laid my earbuds on my dresser while I changed clothes. It was one of those single earbuds made especially for runners. Anywho, when I went to put them away, they were gone. I couldn’t find them anywhere. I looked behind the dresser, under the bed, in drawers…couldn’t find them anywhere. It was like they had disappeared into thin air. And with it just being me and my cat in the house, having them moved from the dresser was unlikely, although my assumption was that Sunny probably knocked them off the dresser to play with them. He can’t resist anything that resembles a string. But I eventually quit looking for them, thinking they’d turn up one of these days. When months went by and they still didn’t show up, I just chalked it up to them being long gone. But the mystery of what happened to them drove me nuts.
Saturday, I was sitting on the couch, trying to thaw my feet under the heating pad, watching my cat jump and pounce on something in the corner of the loveseat. He’d stick his paw under the pillow like he was trying to catch something. “What’s he playing with?” I wondered. All of his toys were in the basket. I decided it was probably a loose string on the pillow, but the more he pounced on whatever it was and tried to catch it, the more curious I got.
I got my frozen toes out from under the heating pad and hobbled over to take a look at Sunny’s entertainment. And there in the corner of the loveseat…THE MISSING EARBUDS! What the heck?! Do you know how many people have sat on that loveseat over the last year, how many times I’ve moved that pillow? Where in the world…? Where those earbuds have been for the last year is just about to drive me crazy! I want to know where they were and how they happened to reappear in the corner of the loveseat. If only my cat could talk…
Talk to me:
What do you think happened to my earbuds?
What’s your favorite way to warm up after being outside in the cold?