My car got TOWED! (part 2)

STOP!!! before continue on make sure you've read part I FIRST! it's just so much better that way.

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So keep in mind that it's 7am now, i'm still in my clubbing attire from the night before, standing soberly in the middle of downtown with crowds of people in their jogging shoes warming up for the Shamrock run. The streets were bright and there I was, waiting for the cop to get off his radio so i can question him about my car.

The police office at the crime scene was not helpful at all, to be honest, i think he was giving me attitude.

me: "umm... dude, where's my car?"
officer: "you shouldn't have parked there."
me: "dude.... where's my car?"
officer: "did you not see the signs?"
me: "dude...the signs weren't there last night, and where's my car?"
officer: "i don't know... but the tow truck should be coming by soon to pick up that other car."

not helpful at all... luckily, as he was saying that, the truck came by and there were a number to call on the truck.

me: "hello...?"
nice girl on the other line: "hi, can i help you?"
me: "yea, did you guys just towed a very powerful, yet sexy, silver mercury tracer?"
girl: "year 99'?"
me: "yea! that's the one"
girl: "yep. we've picked it up and it's parked on main between 6th and broadway."
me: "how much do i have to pay for it?"
girl: "nothing, it's just parked there and you can pick it up anytime."
me: "so... i don't have to pay at all?:
girl: "yep."
me: "THANK YOU."

told you the girl was nice. it could be either that or the fact that i had seduced her with my dead sexy deep voice that i always get after a night of hard drinking. Or... it could be that the no parking sign wasn't up last night... take that officer! Either way the car ended up with its rightful owner, the Monkey and Yours Truly were reunited once again!

So now, it is 7:30ish... Sunday morning... my friend had taken off to get some sleep leaving the wild mustang in the jungle by itself. I have church in 3 1/2 hours, i could either go home and sleep... or do something else.

If i were to go home and sleep.... 1) i probably will sleep past church, 2) since i'm still living w/ me parents... it's probably not a good call to come home so late. And for some reason, maybe it's because of all the ppl downtown, or maybe because i'm still sobering up, I feel like i'm not ready to call it a night, i feel like i want to do something else... something like... run the Shamrock Run. So... I did. After all, the wild mustang's gotta roam free right?

I'm calling up my friend, let's just call her Bubble Tea, knowing that she'll be running at the Shamrock Run.

me: "hellooooooo!"
BTea: "hellooooooo!"
me: "you still running at the Shamrock?"
BTea: "yep."
me: "sweet, when's race time?"
BTea: "8:30am"
me: "i'll see you there!"


Bubble Tea warned me that it was a 15K, which at that time sounded like a stroll in the park. it's just 15K, that's like 8.35 miles ... i have 3 hours to complete it before i have to be at church. it should be a piece of cake david. you can do it. Oh... damn those wild mustang thoughts.

I figure I should buy some running shorts since i'm still wearing my clubbing attire. However, it's was quite hard trying to find some shorts at 8 in the morning and thus forcing me to run the race in... my clubbing attire. To improvise, i took off my dress shirt. will i look stupid running with my jeans on? hmm... nah, it will be fine. there'll be so many people that no one will notice. good thing i went out last night in my sneakers, take off my shirt and that'll be perfect. Perfect my ass.

Given the situation, I still had a lot of fun and i'm glad that i had done it. The first 3-4 miles was not bad at all, we were going at our own pace and letting everyone else passing on by and saving our energy for the 2nd half of the run. The weather was perfect, it was cool but not dark. the only thing that could have made it better was if it started pouring down rain at our last mile as we cross the finish line. Everything went great in the beginning, and then it all went down hill.

If you've read my earlier posts, you'd know that the day after heavy drinking I'd have this urge to poop. to get the bad stuff out of my system! well, this morning was no different. So after about a mile into the race the urge started. At first it was small, like a signal in my body going off. "hey david, hey, umm... when you have time maybe you want to take care of this large stinky pile of shit... you know. yea... whenever you're ready." Then as the miles went on, the urges grew. but what's a man to do? to stop the race and surrender to your own poop? never! You suck it in, keep it tight, and keep on trucking! All while with a smile on your face and acting cool to pull off running 9.35 miles in jeans.

The jeans, btw, are not recommended. out of 11,000 runner that day, i can proudly say that i am the only person wearing jeans. yep. And every mile or so i would hear ppl talking to their friends, "look at that guy in jeans.. is he crazy?" I'm sure every one points them out, but every know and then a deaf one will scream it out thinking that i can't hear them while i'm running right in front of them! Around mile 6, one of the nicer lady curiously asked what's the story behind the jeans. I told her that i was downtown clubbing all night last night and saw these ppl this morning as i was going home and decided to run as well. I think she thought i was kidding.

After mile 7 things started to get really rough, I hit a wall and started feeling dizzy. not sure if it's the alcohol or the lack of sleep or from holding in my poop so long. Either way, i was doubting my decision. umm... david, i know you're a wild mustang and all but... this might be a bad call. yea... kinda like the time you decided to climb that 12,300 ft snow covered mountain in your jeans, on 3 hours of sleep, and no sunscreen. yea... kinda like that. ironically, I was wearing the same pair of shoe as i was on that day. talk about a good pair of shoe!


I ended up chickening out and had to walk part of the last 2 miles because I was too tired. I tried but my butt just would not stop fighting me. with each pounding step i felt like i was going to shart on myself. So i took it easy. it was probably a good call, 'cause i have to go to church afterwards.

We did finish the race pretty strong. Our last half was faster than our first half of the race and we were passing people left and right. Now if it weren't for me holding Bubble Tea up, she would have had a killer race time. In the end, we finish the 15K in 1:42min. which weren't bad, but we were shooting for 1:40min.

Felt so dizzy afterwards, almost fell asleep in the park while waiting, and had trouble just walking back to my car. I really really regret not having breakfast that morning. That, and also not pooping before the big race. such a rookie mistake. beside that, it was great. one of the most enjoyable run of my life. had fun, had a great workout, felt alive.. and dead the same time. it was really good.

So i guess if there's anything to take away from this really really long story is that...

first of all, eat breakfast. 'cause you never know when you might need it.

second, always prep yourself before the big race/game/test. if you don't then you'll not going to finish well. Chances are you will still finish and it will be alright, but it won't be your best.

third, trust your wild instinct. from the words of the great Chris McCandless, "nothing's more damaging to the adventurous spirit within than a secure future." Your body will tell you what it needs.

and lastly, if you decide to go clubbing downtown... park at the right spots. And call your parents and let them know, 'cause it just might turn into an all-nighter.




My parent's were relieved to see me at church that morning, knowing that i'm alive. Sunday school was a blur, it's a good thing that i only had to lead games that morning. But i was told that the kids enjoyed it. eh... it probably would be more enjoyable if my jeans weren't soaked.