Three days in a row now running the Marshall-Franklin Bridge circuit down by the river. It occurred to me earlier in the week that if the daily 5K were to take hold, I would need a more motivating environment than my neighborhood. It gets really boring running through it all the time. So now I drive down to the river. I get to see the occasional other early morning runner in the dark, and on the bridges I get to view a more expansive geography, feel part of something bigger for a moment. The neighborhood trees sometimes feel claustrophobic in the dark. From the bridges I can see the river, of course, but also the commuters on the freeway, the lights on the downtown skyscrapers, and, vaguely some Native American traders down on the banks. I allow myself to run as slow as necessary, and walk when I feel like it. The only thing that counts is getting in the run. So far, the plan is working . . .
Hope you feel better Sced!
Congrats on the nasal niceties Ske! This morning incidentally my sinuses were inclementally too snotful to even think hopefully about exclusive nasal play. Normative orality was the only conducive morality available, so I conducted the air accordingly--centrally, ventrally, and banally.