Uh-oh.

Oooooh, that’s not good.

Fucking Odwalla.

Oh God.

Hold it. Hold it! HOLD IT!

You can make it. Just a few more blocks.

Oh man…

Hold it. Hold it! HOLD IT!

Shit.

C’mon cars. Gotta cross. Gotta cross! GOTTA CROSS!

Okay. To the Stop sign…the driveway…the mailbox…

Oh sweet Jesus…

Hold it. Hold it! HOLD IT!

Thank God! There’s the house. Just calmly cut through the yard…and unlock the door…and RUUUUUUUUNNNNNN!

[27 seconds later]

No more micronutrient fruit drinks before you run.

That was too damn close.