8 miles and a flat tire

i ran 3 miles on the treadmill yesterday and wondered when it was going to be over.  just wanted to get it done.  one of those kinds of runs.  afterward, i did some upper body weights and took out my running frustrations on the machines.  i'm sore today!  today i ran 8 miles at the greenway with 3 of my kiddie's biking by my side.  it was fun.  hot.  so humid.  i was dripping by the first mile. i was SO glad i had a washcloth in hand the whole run. by mile 3 i knew i could never ever wear my shoes for a long run, ever again.  the bottoms are really showing some wear and the miles are getting up there. time to fork it over.  my shins will be happy once i do. by mile 4 my stomach was just growling. i had a GU which never tasted soooo epically good. my hair is shorter than last summer and i could not believe how much the humidity made it afro out.  it required extra extra conditioner.  so, after the run, i load the bikes in the van, wipe down my sweaty legs, arms, face, etc. and start to leave the gravel parking lot.  i get to the road and within a hundred feet i knew something was amiss with the car.  i get out and find a front tire going flat fast.  call my man. he's on his way.  there were about a dozen men/teen boys getting ready to hit the trail - all within ten feet of the van  - and not one asked if i needed help. grrr. i had my cell in hand so maybe they assumed help was on the way.  who knows.  but my kids were nervous and i was so hot, sweaty, hungry, and trying to make sure cars flying would take caution.  in the end, the kiddies were super troopers and i learned hands on how to change a flat. it's all good.