I hope this is a sign of good luck.

I got crapped on at the beginning of my morning run.

I thought a seed had dropped down from a tree. Turned out to be bird poop. I was disgusted -- and still am -- but I kept on running anyway.

The girl running 7 miles around Evanston this morning with the white dribble down her blue shirt? Yep, that was me.

Time for a shower.