I switched my workout days this weekend and did my long run on Saturday and long ride on Sunday so I could do the group ride on Sunday. My workout buddies all had something going on this weekend so, I was soloing it. I started my run on Saturday morning a bit apprehensive because my legs were pretty tired the night before, but I was really looking forward to the run. I've been really loving running along the trails. Usually, when I start out my muscles are tight and I start out slower to loosen up and then pick up speed. I felt good at the start this Saturday and went with it for a bit but held it back some knowing I had a long way to go. Saturday mornings, I mostly come across the morning dog walkers with their cup of coffee in one hand and lead in the other. I smiled at them and said "Good Morning" and continued on. As I got closer to town lake I began to see more homeless just starting to wake up and one city worker blowing leaves (dust) around the trail. Now my sweat-laden body was darker than the night sky as the dirt stuck to me like a magnet. I just had to laugh and keep going. I merged into the town lake runners feeling almost like I had a secret of where I came from before joining their path. The return trip I still felt fine although my legs were definitely starting to feel the time I had put in running. I dodged trees drooping heavily as if the humidity weighed on them as well and jumped over streams. I missed dry land at once only to look up and see a coffee holding walker looking right at me. I shrugged, laughed and kept going. We shared knowing looks. And then what did I see on my path but a turtle trudging his was along the same sidewalk I was. "Where is he going, and is he as hot as I am?" I thought. I finished my run feeling just as strong as when I started and I felt really good about that. I mounted my bike and rode a short distance to spin my legs out and then looked forward to the rest of the day oogling Fritz Henle what a treat.
