I went for my run this morning in pants. Mainly because it has been so cold lately, and also before I was a trail runner and ran only roads, I wore pants. I put them on today out of habit. Needless to say, I was exasperated by the heat. I even changed my route to avoid the sun as much as possible. It was 86 degrees, I hear. EIGHTY SIX. I'm not complaining really. I swore to never wear pants to run again, and enjoyed my carefree run. I added a few sprints, experienced no pain whatsoever, most importantly in the hip. I passed plenty of drinking fountains throughout the marina, made sure to run the shady sidewalks. And then to my delight, I saw a friend that I basically haven't seen since I started trail running (we used to pass each other at the marina all the time).
Actually, I didn't see her at all. In fact, I ran right past her, my earphones blaring. Then ever so faintly, I heard, "Lauren! Lauren! Is that you?"
Nowadays when I hear someone say, "Lauren," I don't even flinch. It seems like every third little girl is named Lauren. Growing up, I was the only Lauren I knew. Well, not exactly. There was Lauren Bacall, Lorne Greene and a boy named Loren in my high school class. So, today, it was almost like a dream, someone faintly hollaring, "Lauren." I'm not sure why I suddenly halted and turned around. But I did.
I love coming across people I haven't seen in a long, long time. It's one of my delights on this earth. We chatted for a few minutes, she put back on her headphones, I put mine back on, she continued her walk, I continued my run. Just like the old days (well, not that old -- I've only been running trails since June '08, and didn't almost entirely give up road runs until last June).Miles logged this hot, hot morning: 8.66
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