2.8 miles
sliding bench and back
49 degrees
A shorter run before Kona Ironman begins. I have loved watching this race since I was a kid when they showed the hour long recap of it on NBC. Now, I can watch the entire thing — all 8+ hours of it — online. I don’t want to race one, too much time on the bike, but I love watching them.
My run was good. Wore my bright yellow shoes and felt strong and fast — or faster than I have been for the last couple of years. Greeted Dave, the Daily Walker twice. The second time, he wished me happy birthday again! Dave is the best.
10 Things
- hello friend! good morning! — greeted the Welcoming Oaks, slower turning golden
- 3 or 4 stones stacked on the ancient boulder
- a few people walking on the trail in bright yellow vests — were they volunteers or rowers?
- some red, some orange, still mostly green
- click clack click clack a roller skier
- empty benches — the one just north of the old stone steps, above the rowing club, the one sliding into the gorge
- a biker handing a water bottle to a runner — what marathon are they training for? New York?
- stopping at the sliding bench: on the bluff, the trees were yellow, but down in the gorge, near White Sands beach, still green and thick
- tunnel of trees: still green
- passing a runner on the other side of the street before starting my run — their breathing was labored, heavy
I don’t remember what the river looked like — did I even see it? Don’t remember squirrels or birds or dogs. Oh — I recall hearing a collar clanging. Did I, or was that only my key in my zipped pocket? One small pack of runners. No coxswain’s voice or sewer smells or overheard conversations. No sirens or honks or geese. Where are the geese? I have heard a few this fall, but not that often. No chants or drums or protests on the lake street bridge, no burnt coffee smells, no Daddy Long Legs or Mr. Morning! or Mr. Holiday or All Dressed Up. Were these things not there, or was I just not noticing them?