Tuesday, December 16, 2008
A Run Recorded
It's a relatively short run from here to the end of the Parkway. Four miles maybe. I started down the street in perfect-for-running-fog weather. Cool, but not cold enough for ear-coverings. It was a good run day. I had had breakfast (orange juice, wheat toast with peanut butter and whole blackberries) early enough to "take care of business" before donning my runners (Mizuno, my fave). My run started out with the lyrics: "I'm workin' on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce" by Elbow--just enough beat to get me up the hills strong and take me back down smooth. On my way back, I passed the Japanese lady with the Scotty dog with big hair (the lady, not the dog) who I've passed before, and the tiny rain started. The sort of rain that hits your face and makes your head feel tingly like a numb limb. But your limbs, at this point, are anything but numb and the rain lets up just as you make it back to the front porch after crossing the lane, pulsing with life from wet brow, to warm toes.