I don’t normally post about single runs, but this one was notable for a couple of reasons. First, it was my longest since the Second 26.2 Mile Meltdown, and B, because of what my sister said when I got to the Y to see my nephew play a scintillating game of 4-year old basketball (which is exactly like real basketball except for the added jumping, twirling, sliding, and triple-dribbling). When I walked into the gym, she laughed and said something about how my running had changed the way we use the word “run” now. Seems that when I had texted her the night before that I would “run in” to see the game and then “run home” after it was over, she had assumed I meant in the car. Of course, that is what I would have meant 3 years ago. Apparently, I really am a runner.
As it turned out, though, I didn’t run in and run back. Instead I took a very round about route from my house in New London to the YMCA in Albemarle. I love to reference the city-to-city route, because it sounds like the kind of long run an elite runner would do, but in reality I only have to run about 4 or 5 miles to get to Albemarle. I usually leave that detail out, though, because people look at me differently when they hear that. I’d rather stay with the “you’re almost like a god” look which the city-to-city reference usually produces. We runners need all the positive feedback we can get, you know.
So, I took the long way (away from) home, and then caught a ride back. All in all it was a great run, and my average pace for this run was almost identical to my Half Marathon PR pace. I’m pretty sure I’ll be busting that up this year. Oh, and my nephew dominated, and by dominated, I mean he scored and double-dribbled less than the other 4 year-olds. Ahh, the NBA awaits.
*my apologies to Supertramp for ruining their song title
