Dear God, please don't let me die while running

I ran to church this morning. I decided yesterday I would do this and I called my mom to make sure it would not be tacky to attend church in my running clothes. Granted I had on my new black running pants and my fleece jacket... not like a sports bra and shorts. So after running to church, I prayed to God that I would not die while running.

I started out later than I intended today and so I had to make myself keep running even when I wanted to die just so I wouldn't be late. Lame. I would gladly have my hips removed from my body right now if it meant I didn't have to feel their pain.

I liked running with a destination, but when time is an issue I definitely want to give myself more than enough time to get there.

TIME:
Walked about 1 minute to warm up
Run to church: 14 min. 15 sec.
Walked entire way home from church: 28 min.

MILEAGE:
Run to church: 1.3 miles (approx.)
Entire walk home: 1.5 miles (approx.)

If my math is right (which is questionable) then I think my running pace was about an 11 min. mile. (Right? min/miles??)

Other items of interest:
On the walk back I saw a lime green, low rider, pick up truck with the diamond metal plating stuff you usually see those tool boxes in the back of trucks made out of. Except this stuff was on the interior. It was ridiculous. If I remember I'll take my camera next time and post a picture.