I chose to start downhill, because downhills shake things up. If I have to turn around for the bathroom, I’d rather go uphill and not shake things up. Everything happens for a reason. So, I ran down to Mt. Airy at an easy pace, and after a mile, I felt that if I maintain this speed and effort, I probably would be okay running nine more miles. So, I hooked up with the 10 mile route we took one week before the marathon with packed snow on the ground, a tour through the outer parts of
With my stomach mostly calm, I had the nightly things to worry about, namely: (1) darkness, (2) headlights, and (3) bats. The part of the run through Chestnut Hill was spooky. The streets are empty and dark, thanks to the trees that grow under the street lamps. I could barely make out what I was stepping on, which was mostly rocky sidewalks. Stepping through this region, I was reminded that I own headlights, and had I remember to bring them, I would've been spared this blair witch experience.
When I got to the
Fortunately, I remembered that I have some music by Girlyman with me. I put on their new CD, pushed up the pace, and ran up
I hurried home. And last night when I slept, I dreamt that Agnes, who does not read Harry Potter, reads Harry Potter. Weird.