Feeling Forrest Gumpish

After completing the grocery shopping detail and bonding with Josh while doing so--[Me: "We need green beans?" Josh: "I dunno. Is it on the list?" Yeah, it was that intense.]--I decided to go for a run. I wasn't sure how long I'd go for, but I figure the max I'd do was 12 miles. I told Kathy I'd be back in one to two hours depending on how far I felt like running. She asked me for the general route I was taking in case she had to come looking for me. She also told me to take some ID in case someone else found me lying alongside a road somewhere and got curious as to who they should call, or if they were real considerate where they should bring the body.

I took Farwell to Fairview to Stoneman to Hawthorne and back to Hwy 2. It had only been an hour and I was feeling pretty good so instead of taking Hwy back home I continued on Hawthorne to Waikiki/Mill Road and then Hastings and Farwell to Hwy 2. Down Hwy 2 for a bit and then Pittsburgh and Mead St. and back to the house. And all without having someone asking, "Who is he?" and someone else answering, "I don't know. Let's check his pockets. Hey, five bucks!"

Yeah, I took some cash just in case there's a fee for delivering the body.

All in all it was just a shade over 12 miles and I took 1:44 to do it which is about an 8:40 mile pace. It felt great. I was breathing comfortably and not pushing it. No need to anyway because I'd rather enjoy it, which I did.

And I still have my five bucks.