The Day after Thanksgiving
My legs did not feel nice at the start of my run today. The race yesterday took more out of me than I think I realized. But slow going I OK. There's no rush. Pace is just a word. Anyway I know the first mile is always a bit jaunty after a hard run the day before.
I stayed on my feet and took my time getting limbered up. Fired up a podcast about a new document that came out of the Vatican and put one foot in front of the other.
The cold felt tolerable until I made the turn for home. Heading west the full. Force of the cold chill smacked. È in the face. I'm glad to have a beard, but would have liked to have a little more face covering. Ah well, there's no way around the discomfort. Just through it. And then when there was the turn off on the Olson path I decided to go one more mile. I figured at this point I might as well.
At home obviously the family was still asleep. I cleaned up and made a place for myself to lay down in the sofa. I've master the formula for falling back asleep after a run especially in the colder months. Wrap myself in a bathrobe, add the weighted blanket, beanie cap on my head, sleep mask and headphones that deliver the white noise sound of being in an airplane.
Two hours latter the faint sounds of clinking bowls and foot steps in the kitchen let me know the family woke and I should too. I'd be slow rolling off the couch, but rested enough.
Only 72 more miles to hit 2000 for th
e year.






