And I should have – I was down to my last pair, and I knew it was going to be a busy few weeks. But, I still didn’t think about it.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, I ran out of contacts. And it stopped my running for about three weeks.
The actual reason why I ran out of contacts is a bit embarrassing. I have a strange habit - a quirk that has been around for a while. I’d like to think that it is endearing, but even I’m upset with myself about it now. I don’t consciously choose to do it, and I am aware that it’s a problem, but for some reason I never remember it at the right moment.
Okay, this is it: I forget to reattach lids to things.
Seriously, that’s it. I consistently place the lid on top of a container without screwing into place. I can do this to anything, really. Pickle jars, water bottles, laundry detergent. And now, contact lens cases.
This quirk hasn’t been much of a problem for me before, although I can’t say that for the person who picks up the container after me.
A historical example: I opened the pickle jar, grabbed a gluttonous amount of pickles, and placed the jar back in the fridge. (Notice that I missed a step?) Then I walked into the living room, saw Jesse, who exclaimed “pickles!” and ran off to get his own because yes, I love him but, no, the pickles in my hand are for me.
Next thing I heard is a “garrhh!” coming from the kitchen followed by a grumpy faced husband. “Did you forget to screw the lid on again?”
“I don’t remember,” I replied honestly. I have a deep love of pickles that transcends pesky things like consequences.
However, this bad habit hasn’t been a problem for me before, not in the 17ish years of contact-wearing. The contact lens cases always stay upright, thus negating the need to screw the lids on properly!
Until . . .
I was packing for a late flight. I knew that I was going to sleep on the plane and decided to wear glasses instead. These contacts were ending their durability, but I still need them for running until the new set arrived. I tossed the case in a plastic bag with the travel-size contact solution, mentally praised myself for keeping them together, and didn’t thinking about it until two days later, at 5:45 in the morning when I pulled myself out of bed to go for a run, instead encountered shriveled and dried contact lenses, a bit like salted snails inside a damp plastic bag.
I threw them out, and impatiently waited for the next stash of contact to arrive, which took 3 weeks. I’d love to say lesson learned, but I’m already back to bad habits with lid-closures.
Which is a story about tomato sauce that, well, you can probably guess.
For the newcomers: I am training for the Jazz Half Marathon on October 28, 2017. All the proceeds go to the Cancer Program at Children’s Hospital of New Orleans. Donations are gratefully and gleefully accepted here: www.crowdrise.com/running-cancer-out-of-town/fundraiser/JaneCummins