It was a weekend of remembrance. We are and shall always be free.
On Saturday I completed my four hour run. The weather was just right - 58 degrees and clear. I was under a time crunch, but it wasn’t to see how fast I could run. See, I agreed to help with a 5K race in my hometown in the morning.
The race director was nice enough to put the “50 Steps to a Healthier Future” brochure in the runners’ packets. Getting out at 4:00 am will allow me enough time to get to the race, so there was no time to waste.
The night before, I asked Jenn if she was willing to take some pictures of me running. It’s been awhile since I’ve added any new photos. I promised that it would be at the end of the run so I would not drag her out of bed too early. We agreed on 7:30.
Less than a mile into my run, I attempted to get some fantastic pictures of the moon. Unfortunately, my phone takes cruddy pictures so they were not worth keeping. Pictures would not have done them justice anyway. There, I feel better about not getting them.
As I stopped to take moon shot – the one in the sky that is - a car stops at the intersection behind me and just waited. That’s bizarre, I thought. There’s no traffic and the car was not moving. Shortly after, it slowly came up from behind. I felt strange....
When something feels strange and I get a bad gut feeling, I go with what my gut says. Okay, what’s the plan? Oh yeah, run dingbat– that’s what I’m already doing - just change direction. As it turned out, it was a police officer. He/she was probably drawn by my flashing red light on the hydration pack, wondering who the heck would be out here at this hour with a flashing light. Whew! I’m glad the gut was wrong. Now that I’m mentioning cars pulling up from behind, the newspaper carriers have a habit of scaring me by driving up behind on the wrong side to deliver the paper - so unnerving.
I continued pushing along, enjoying the cool air. Lawn sprinklers going on breaking the morning silence, causing me to flinch. Then during an emergency pit-stop, in the dark, I inadvertently stepped into a puddle resulting in a wet foot. This is not what I needed. Hopefully this won’t cause a blister. Onward bound.
17 miles into the run my Garmin pooped out. Darn it, not again! I know the battery should be fine. Fortunately I had my Timex Ironman watch on the other arm keeping my time. A mile later, the Garmin decided to come back - fickle thing.
|Stay away from the light! |
Water blocking my way.
|God bless America!|