Today, I am doing an experiment. It involves eyes and is only loosely related to running. Actually, to say it is even "loosely related" is to exaggerate. Indeed, some of you may think this to be an extreme case of navel gazing. Be that as it may, here goes.
Yesterday (while running!), my right contact went exorcist on me and got stuck up on top. As I had some miles to go and pretty dry eyes to begin with, I needed to deal with it directly. So, I stopped. I fished it out. I positioned it on my favorite put-er in-er finger. And then, truth be told, I made a mistake. I paused.
I paused just for a second as I considered putting just a touch of spit on it. (You contact wearers know the thought process. For the rest, suffice it to say it is not as gross as it sounds) But, before I could effectively weigh the pro's and con's of using saliva based Renu, a lovely Fall gust blew out of the park. And then, as if in slow motion, I watched the little guy catch flight and flutter away. He landed on a cobblestone and just kind of stuck there and folded over on himself like a clam shell (this, by the way, confirmed that spit lubricant would have been appropriate). Now, I am certainly not squeamish about plucking a contact off of the bathroom floor or out of my keyboard now and again. But, in this case, I knew right away that this one was a lost cause. I snubbed him out unceremoniously with my toe like a cheap cigar.
I finished the run with the left eye doing the heavy viewing and the right one just kind of broadcasting some fuzzy city street scenes and occasionally clothed blobs. 
Once showered, for reasons I am happy to share with the truly interested but will kindly spare the masses, I switched my left contact into my right eye. That didn't work for long, it tore. Murphy's Law.
That brings me, at long last, to my experiment. Can I go a full day without any corrective apparatus? If the answer is no, then I really wonder how a guy like me possibly cut the mustard a few hundred years ago. Clearly, I was no hunter with this astigmatism. What was I then, the Shaman? Yeah, I could see that.
(I do have an extra set of contacts, just in case.)
| M | T | W | T | F | S | S | Week | Month | Last Month | |
| Miles | 3 | 6 | 6 | 8 | - | - | - | 23 | 46 | 159.6 |
| Rest | 6.5 | 5 | 8 | - | - | - | - | - | ?? | ?? |
posted by Jack @ 7:00 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Sorry to read about your contact lens problems while running.
I must admit, as I began to read your step-by-step Murphy's Law scenario, I thought, "Oh, No!" However, it was a relief to learn you had an extra set of contacts available. I then could say, "Whew, Oh, that's Good!!"
Re myopia etc., I know I would never even have reached adulthood before vision correction was available. I would have simply fallen off the nearest cliff as a child!
By the way, I noticed your "Rest" entries are running somewhat less than you wanted.
My best,
L
I suspected that some would be comforted by knowing I have an extra pair.
It is funny you mention the cliff scenario. This morning I walked into an elevator shaft. Fortunate for me, it was only a couple floors down. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the damn bus did. They really should be painted with brighter colors to make them more visible.
Glad to read you survived the elevator shaft experience!
Re the bus incident - I agree that brighter colors would help. However, as long as your olfactory nerves are up to par, at least you can smell their presence with the noxious fumes!
My best,
L
I will try to remember to smell both ways before crossing the street.
Oh no! I'm sorry it had to happen to you, but thanks for sharing your story. I'm going to have my sister pack eye drops in case my contacts gets crazy on race day.
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