Sunday, Father's Day, out for a good run to ultimately rendezvous with Dolores at Dunkin Donuts for coffee and walk the last bit home together.
She went her way to meet at time certain. I went mine. She walked. I ran. Would the calculations work out correctly? I spent too much time worrying about that on the run. It was distracting me from focusing on the stride, keeping a good pace, working the up slopes and cruising down slopes, letting gravity provide the extra boost.
It did work out. We arrived within a couple of minutes of each other. The mist timed itself to make a bigger appearance as we left with coffee in hand to walk the home stretch. Enough to coat my glasses making it harder to see. This is one of the reasons I run without my glasses. I carry them in a glasses case with a hook and tucked into the band of my shorts. Light enough not to bother me on the run. Handy enough if they are needed to really see what's happening around me.
I hope your run today was a good one!
