The phone at Mastatal

I was feeling pretty down one day, and decided to run to the closest phone. It is only 4 km away, and I figured it would be a great way to start the day, so I ran out the door with a pal and a phone card. Bad, bad idea. The only other times I had run, it had been around 5-530 am. On this particular day, I slept in until 7am, and the sun was out in full force.

 

The way to the phone is entirely uphill, and by the end I was crawling but I made it to the next intersection after Mastatal, the location of the phone and a poparilla (bar). Since fate has a sick sense of humor, the phone was not working.

 

Hmph!

 

You can imagine my distress. I lost my running partner at some point, and made for Rancho Mastatal alone and discouraged. As some of you may know, I don't function very well in the sun. That may be an understatement...It was horrible. A couple of times I laid down in the middle of the road because I couldn't walk. The sun was hot, the air was hot and there wasn't any water.

 

Anyhow. I made it back. And learned my lesson...

 

But if you haven't received a call, now you know why!! Ha.