I drove past the full service car wash this morning on the way to the freeway. It seems that no matter what time of day it is they are always busy. Don’t those people have to get to work? I was running later than usual. My car pool buddy was traveling so the commute was to take longer than usual. I not only passed on the much needed car wash, but my morning latte too.
Not far down the road, 
I got rear ended. Literally! Traffic was crawling along and some guy decided that he didn’t want to go THAT speed. The only problem was that I was in front of him.
So my Mommy van will finally be washed for the price of my $500 deductible and I am now driving a cracker-jack’s box sized car with manual everything. The car has hand cranks for the windows, the mirror adjustments are totally manual, and you have to push down on each door lock to lock all of the doors. I kept looking for the button to open the floorboard so that I could run along, to move it, like Fred Flintstone. Talk about feeling vunerable; tomorrow’s traffic ought to feel real scary in this thing.
I got through the accident without injury ~ I think. My back was hurting me all day long. Not a lot, but enough to make me go home to lie down. I kept wondering if I was just imagining it. Was I sore this morning when I got up? I don’t think so. If I am really hurt, how will this impact my marathon? Instead of cross-training today, I am eating Rocky Road Ice Cream. Not quite to picture of health that I make myself out to be. Maybe I should at least take the dog for a walk and then get a good night’s rest so I can survive another day of traffic. Fortunately, the car that I am currently driving does not need to be washed.