Here Comes the Son

7.5 miles in 1:39. That's what I call a Long Slow Distance. I set the alarm clock for 6 AM, but didn't get started until 8:00. The weather was perfect, but I knew it would get hot as the sun rose higher, so I ran to the park where the terrain is difficult, but the temperature is cooler. My times are always slow when I run in the park, but sometimes that's the only way I can force myself to take it slow.

My route is about a 2 mile run to the park, about 3.5 on the trails, and about 2 miles back home. The 2 miles home are always the most challanging, mentally and physically. I find that during the first part of the run, I feel light with the anticipation of entering the woods. The miles on the trails are like a different world all together. Then the 2 miles home are a let down. It's hot, it's hilly, the traffic has picked up. Basically, no fun. Sometimes I like to treat myself and drive to the park. That way I get all the fun and none of the work. Pretty soon the blackberries will be ripe. The vines were overflowing. I wonder if they'll be picked by a human before the deer and the birds get to them?

My injured son is reluctantly coming home from camp for a couple of days. His cabin is going on a rafting trip and with his foot in a boot and walking on crutches, he can't participate. Instead of staying at camp with the younger kids and moping, he's coming home (to mope). We'll have to go out for a drive in the new buggy!

WTD: 26
MTD: 101.05
YTD: 706.09