I did a double loop around Port Meadow with a two mile out and back in the meadow itself. During the first loop, I came across Mullet Man and his woman. They were actually quite polite, said good day, and moved over to allow me room to get by. An hour later, when I was on the second loop, I passed them again. I saw Mullet Man do a double take, obviously recognizing me from before (it probably helped that I wore a bright blue shirt) and likely thinking I was a loon for running so much. Eh, join the club, which includes most of the people in my life.
Birdlife and livestock were out and about in numbers again. Along the canal there’s a very belligerent momma duck. Her nest (with adorable little fuzzball babies!) is right along the edge of the water, but the path itself is not that wide, so she stands on the path and snaps at everyone who passes by. One of these days I’m going to come away missing a chunk of my leg, I’m sure of it.
Running through the meadow, I was tempted to stop and pet one of the very friendly horses, like many other people were doing, but I decided against it. Sweating like crazy, I was afraid the animals would think I was a moving salt lick. Not wanting to invite potential trouble, I trekked on.
Speaking of sweating, do you all have trouble with sweat getting in your eyes? It stings like crazy! I’m not a hat person, so I don’t really know what to do about it besides using my shirt to wipe some of it away, which inevitably exacerbates the problem since my shirt is already soaked in my salty sweat. It’s a losing battle really.
By mile 7 my legs felt pretty dead. I made it through the next four miles only because I knew it was the fastest way home. Dragging my sorry butt up the stairs, I devoured some green olives (I really need to go to the store) and iced both my knees. They’re holding up pretty well though, only a few twinges and aches here and there. My thighs felt like blocks of stone. Sore blocks of stone, but they're doing all right now. Everything should be okay again for tomorrow's run.
This week is shaping up to be a busy one. I’ve got a chapter to submit, a conference proposal to write up,
No, it no longer works. What a waste.
I’ve successfully managed to avoid thinking about the fact that the basement of this place used to be a morgue. Fingers crossed my delusional state continues for the next five days.
Hope you are all surviving this craptastic Monday.
Ci vediamo dopo. (See you later)