Bright and early Sunday morning. Outside the Lines is talking NFL concussions and the Sports Reporters are on next (Lupica is such a geek). Time to lace up my ASICS Kayanos, I have decided to go for a long run. A little bit of elevation and hill work is in order, so I head north on Catalina Hwy.
Running against traffic, spending most of my time on the outer edge of the bike lane. Pass a few cyclists that have already done their mountain ride for the day and are clearly headed back to the warm confines of the LCS (local coffee shop). Just as I pass the two mile mark, I see a familiar sight. Hey... that is a tall guy on a Bianchi. It's Tom! Pull out one of my mp3 earbuds and let Ludacris slowly fade out of listening range as I slow my pace to a stop. I now entertain Tom with tales of long drives, blown tubes and missed ride opportunities of the day before (clearly, all stuff he has heard before, but he is polite and listens to my versions of the tales anyway). I ask him to send me an email so that I can make sure to include him in our next planned grand adventure, and we are off in our opposite directions.
After that pleasant distraction, the rest of the run is rather uneventful (except for it being difficult). I reach the 4-way stop at Snyder and make my U turn for home. More hills to climb on the return trip, and the realization that my toes kind of hurt in a tingly sort of way. It's possible that running on the road is a bad idea.
The run was difficult, but satisfying. Five miles is the longest I have gone in quite a while. Today was a good day.
Sunday's Run
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