This evening I set out on a 6 miler and did the stupidest thing I've done...this week. I didn't bring water.
At the 3 mile point, I was hot and thirsty. It's July, for God's sake, I should know better, but I figured I could suck it up for 3 more miles.
At 4 miles, I was REALLY effing thirsty and was starting to think about alternatives to "sucking it up" and sweating to death. I knew that at my 5 mile point, I had 3 potential options: A McDonald's, a Publix, and a 7-11. Everyone knows that drinking fountains went the way of saber-toothed tigers and pay phones, so I wasn't expecting to find one of those; I was just hoping at one of those 3 stops, someone might take pity on a hot, sweaty runner and hand me a friggin drink of water.
My first, and closest, option was Mickey D's. I ran in there and, with a thick tongue, asked the girl behind the counter if I could get a cup of water. Honestly, I wasn't sure if McDonald's would A.) hand me a cup to go fill in the toilet myself (an option I was willing to take), B.) attempt to charge me, or C.) they'd just be plan ole sweet and hand me an iced water.
Thankfully, it turned out they kindly did option C. Oh, water, glorious water!
(BTW, did you ever read the book "The Search for Delicious" when you were a kid? In it, the main character is tasked with defining the word "delicious" for a fictional king's dictionary; in the end, they define "delicious" as water. This evening, I couldn't have agreed more!)
Say what you will about the Evil Empire of McDonald's, with that cold cup of (free) water, they earned my eternal gratitude. I will worship at the base of the golden arches for the rest of my days because of such a gift.
So, I made it the last mile home and vowed, as I have many times before when I've made such a mistake, that I'll never leave home without water again!