Saturday 11

11:02 miles 2:21:55 12:53 pace 6:45 am 75 degrees

Almeda to Hermann Drive to Montrose to Allen Parkway. Along the Bayou Bend Trail for awhile. Out and Back route.

Lots of friendly runners out this morning. I wore my bright green Houston Half and Relay shirt. It's fun to come across another runner wearing the same shirt. You kind of have to say "Hi!" and smile. :) I think I saw 4 others today.

The Bayou Bend Trail is good for me because it's got a lot of inclines and declines. It's part of the Houston Marathon course - the part where my language gets especially colorful.

I'm still waivering. I have no idea if I'll actually run the marathon. I've even considered setting up an appointment with a sports psychologist. I'm so freaking TIRED. My bloodwork was fine. My physical exam was fine. I just don't know.

I got counseling when the shit hit the fan last spring but maybe it's affecting me in this aspect of my life, too. Why not?

Anyway...

Here's something that happened today along Montrose. It was just barely dawn. (I left my place while it was still dark.) I was on the sidewalk and I approached a woman walking her dog. The dog was tiny. The woman was tiny. I hoped the woman could hear me. I didn't want to frighten her. She spun around when I was about 20 feet away. She was carrying a very big piece of wood - kind of like a club. Her voice was like gravel. "Hey! Good Morning! Let us move over. Humans have the right of way." And the little lady, her little dog, and her very big stick moved off the sidewalk as I passed by. I looked back over my shoulder and thanked her and wished her a good day. "No problem, sweetie! Now, keep running!" Something tells me for her there are no problems.







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