Some people really will do anything to win the Most-Authentic Hillbilly award at the party next week

I was just out on the second half of my 8 mile run...it's a gorgeous, warm day and I was "in the zone". I had my headphones on and, for the first time ever, I was wearing a baseball cap. My hair has been bugging me when I run, getting in my face but not long enough to pull back. So today I pulled on one of David's hats to help control my hair and also to keep that pesky sun out of my eyes. Once I started running, I realized that the brim of the hat severely limited my visability; running with my head slightly down, as I do, meant that I could only see about 5 feet in front of me, which, I decided, I liked. That way I wasn't looking a block or two or three ahead and thinking "Uuggh, I still have a long way to go."

So there I am, in my zone, watching the ground a few feet ahead of me. Every now and then, of course, I'd look around. Anyway, I'm running along and feel something fall away from me. I had on a waist-pack with my water-bottle and I-pod in it, so I instinctively turned around to make sure it wasn't something important. I turned back around and

BAM!!!

I ran smack into a parked car.

Oh yes, I did.

I fell to the ground, hitting my face HARD on the pavement.

I now have a very fat lip and a CHIPPED TOOTH.

I am TOTALLY leaving it this way until after the Hillbilly Hoedown party in Boise next week.