Both yesterday and today, I veered off the course of my training plan. Both days called for three mile runs. And both days, well, I couldn’t help myself. Sunday afternoon was hot and muggy, and I felt more like a nap than a run. But since it was a three-miler, I felt like that much I could do. I just didn’t plan on getting caught on the wrong side of the tracks by a stalled freight train. It was a long one, and it wasn’t going anywhere. By the time I found a crossing where the train wasn’t and back home again, well, my run became more like four and a half miles.
Today, I traveled to Evanston to pick up Hannah at her apartment and bring her back home for a family supper and three loads of her laundry. One of my delights of the two-and-a-half hour round-trip is having the opportunity to run in Evanston along Lake Michigan. As the weatherman always says, “it’s cooler by the lake,” in more ways than one. There is always a breeze along the lakeside path, and thereby the temperature is moderated, but it is, quite frankly, a much cooler place to run anyway you look at it. It is a different world to me. This afternoon, the early morning rain had cleared. The sky was blue, boats sailed across the surface of the lake, and the waterfront park looked like a Seurat painting with people relaxing on benches and blankets and playing frisbee. I ran through Northwestern’s campus, past old houses on Sheridan Road, and….well, time ran away with me. Um, and as a result, I stretched my three mile run into five. Oops.
Yes, I am following a Hal Higdon training plan, but as Captain Barbossa explained in Pirates of the Caribbean, the code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules.
A pirate’s life for me!
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