|Leaving the warmth of home|
Delay over, time to put on the layers and run in the brisk evening.The house are so beautiful and demonstrate affluence. Running past the homes I wondered what it would be like to live in them or would I want to. Our home is fine with a long list of things that need repaired . My wife has a decade worth of upgrades need to modernize our house. Even then is still wouldn't have a place next ones pictured here. At the same time that I marvel at the homes I think of the woman setting on a crates in the Metra station in Hyde Park. She was on a cell phone call around trying to find a place to stay for the night. I made it to downtown Flossmoor turnaround spot, but wasn't ready to head home. Instead, I just continued to slog on to a longer route. If nothing else, this Marcothon is getting me back in touch with the simple joy of running. Yes I will run harder when with the club or others. But alone, just enjoying the movement and motion of running, no pressure of pace.
So I did 5.98 miles in 1:02:20. Slow, sure. The extra buzz from tonight is that it didn't feel like a minimalist tonight. Looking forward to running in the daytime and on soft trails tomorrow.
|Turnaround, not tonight, march on.|
|One of my favorite lit tree. All in red.|
|Only 16, it could be colder.|