3.05 miles
2 trails
67 degrees
It’s warming up again, which always seems to happen in early September just as school is starting. 90s this week. Not too bad this morning. Sunny and breezy. Ran the first 2 miles listening to garbage trucks and trickling sewers and the clicking and clacking of ski poles, then the last mile listening to The Wiz.
10 Things
- avoiding exposed roots on the hard-packed and very dry dirt trail at 36th and edmund
- later, keeping my balance in the soft, loose dirt near 38th
- encountering several runners and walkers in the grass, most with dogs
- one quick flash of the river: blue
- good morning! — good morning! — good morning! (greeting the people I passed on winchell)
- briefly running parallel to someone else near folwell — I was on the dirt trail, they were on the paved path — then descending the hill and losing track of them
- stacked stones
- mistaking the black fence in the tunnel of trees for a person (as usual)
- sprinting to Michael Jackson and Diana Ross singing “Ease on the Down the Road” — don’t you carry nothing that might be a load
- more buzzing cicadas
Scott’s dad died sometime in the early morning. We woke up to the buzz of the phone, then a message from the hospice nurse. Yesterday, knowing it was coming, I felt some relief — his long years of suffering finally coming to an end; no lingering almost dead for a year like my mom. Now, I feel tired and sad and tender. He was such a loving, wonderful human.