long run, 2007-08-04
15.31 miles, poking along at 12:43. But I got it done. Edit: Map link: http://www.mapmyrun.com/run/united-states/in/bloomington/682133416
I started out early, but not so early as I had planned. 05:45 or so, running away to the South along the Rail Trail in the dark, enjoying the adaption of my eyes to be able to see so well once I was away from the street lights. By the time I was down to the junction with the Clear Creek Trail, municipal twilight had started, and it was clear as day for my most exposed leg.
At the intersection with Tapp (AKA, Country Club, AKA, Winslow) Anami caught up to me on my bike, with a box full of goodies lashed to the back. What a woman. We talked and ambled north along the gravel path by the side of the quarry, wondering if it was the mythical unfinished Northern Leg of the Clear Creak System. Just before Google Maps tells us we would have found out otherwise, we turned back, and started back towards the roundabout. Tango and I on foot, Anami ranging ahead to set up another informal aid station back at the Clear Creek bathrooms, along That.
Then a quick jog back to the steel bridge at Church AKA Fairfax. I've forgotten what it's called. But there Anami chained the bike and came with us, to run to the end of the bridle-path, past where 37 jogs suddenly to the East, but not quite so far as Dillman. The trail ends abruptly, with an orange cone and a "No Trespassing" sign. We've had a nice time chatting, and take our first walk break since the bridge. Now just to get home.
At the Bridge we split up again, Anami ranging up along the Rail Trail at the place where it crosses That, an old boat fixup shop that I've never seen do any business, but that always has people hanging about on the upstairs porch. My last shot of glucose paste comes here, and Tango and I set out strongly for the North. By the time we get back to the Warehouse at the base of Madison, we're walking more than running, but that's mostly my doing. Tango's very good about keeping a steady pace, when he's not distracted by food or rodents or deer or other people or anything else. As I start to drag ass, I make him check his pace, bit by bit.
A few mouthfuls of water in front of the warehouse, and we're off again home, via Patterson/Grimes, the first north-south alley, and Driscoll. Anami's gone ahead to fix toast.
When I get home, my mom (who's visiting this weekend) was leaning on her car, smoking a morning cigarette, and looking (surprised?) amused to see me as I came in. I was covered from head to toe in sweat, with blood and mud caked into my arms and legs from a spill I took under the highway. Without a "good morning", I set straight to stretching, and we started chatting while I was a good 20 feet down-wind.
Later, we went to the Farmer's Market and then to Mother Bear's, where I offset my calorie deficit. And then I had a really lovely nap.
Maybe, just maybe I can pull this thing off.
I started out early, but not so early as I had planned. 05:45 or so, running away to the South along the Rail Trail in the dark, enjoying the adaption of my eyes to be able to see so well once I was away from the street lights. By the time I was down to the junction with the Clear Creek Trail, municipal twilight had started, and it was clear as day for my most exposed leg.
At the intersection with Tapp (AKA, Country Club, AKA, Winslow) Anami caught up to me on my bike, with a box full of goodies lashed to the back. What a woman. We talked and ambled north along the gravel path by the side of the quarry, wondering if it was the mythical unfinished Northern Leg of the Clear Creak System. Just before Google Maps tells us we would have found out otherwise, we turned back, and started back towards the roundabout. Tango and I on foot, Anami ranging ahead to set up another informal aid station back at the Clear Creek bathrooms, along That.
Then a quick jog back to the steel bridge at Church AKA Fairfax. I've forgotten what it's called. But there Anami chained the bike and came with us, to run to the end of the bridle-path, past where 37 jogs suddenly to the East, but not quite so far as Dillman. The trail ends abruptly, with an orange cone and a "No Trespassing" sign. We've had a nice time chatting, and take our first walk break since the bridge. Now just to get home.
At the Bridge we split up again, Anami ranging up along the Rail Trail at the place where it crosses That, an old boat fixup shop that I've never seen do any business, but that always has people hanging about on the upstairs porch. My last shot of glucose paste comes here, and Tango and I set out strongly for the North. By the time we get back to the Warehouse at the base of Madison, we're walking more than running, but that's mostly my doing. Tango's very good about keeping a steady pace, when he's not distracted by food or rodents or deer or other people or anything else. As I start to drag ass, I make him check his pace, bit by bit.
A few mouthfuls of water in front of the warehouse, and we're off again home, via Patterson/Grimes, the first north-south alley, and Driscoll. Anami's gone ahead to fix toast.
When I get home, my mom (who's visiting this weekend) was leaning on her car, smoking a morning cigarette, and looking (surprised?) amused to see me as I came in. I was covered from head to toe in sweat, with blood and mud caked into my arms and legs from a spill I took under the highway. Without a "good morning", I set straight to stretching, and we started chatting while I was a good 20 feet down-wind.
Later, we went to the Farmer's Market and then to Mother Bear's, where I offset my calorie deficit. And then I had a really lovely nap.
Maybe, just maybe I can pull this thing off.