With all of the driving to and driving fro to make this happen, I couldn't afford to be picky about when and where I ran.
The when turned out to be during warm-ups for finals, in the rain. The where was IUPUI.
Finding myself on such a beautiful scenic convenient college campus, I figured it was time for a photo safari.
[Does that picture look a little blurry to you? It's not you. It's the rain drop. One that happened to land on the tiny lens of my iPhone camera. I tried keeping the camera inside a ziplock bag. Those things sure seem transparent. But try taking a picture through one. And they get slippery when wet. The phone I mean. Dropped it. Landed in a puddle. Cracked the screen. But it kept working.]
water balloon sling shots.
Worms were everywhere. I'm afraid I may have squished a few.... hundred. Didn't mean too. Honest. You couldn't drop a lawn jart without hitting seven. Please don't tell the Buddhist admission board.
Headed toward the city and hopped on the canal. This really is a hidden treasure and a great place to run.
Eiteljorg Museum, and the incongruous new hotel apparently sprouting from it's loins.
Medal of Honor Memorial, a seriously cool and inspiring and appropriate work. I was lucky enough to see a majority of living Medal of Honor recipients that the Indianapolis 500 a few years ago. Hard not to be moved in the company of such heroic humans.
I ran out of canal, and found myself back on campus.
For real this time. Imagine that, Crawfordsville.
This is no ordinary track. This is the sight of my most glorious glory days... the state track and field meet.
I took a stride, then another, and before I knew it, I was arcing around the turn in lane 8. Down the back stretch and my legs felt young and light and springy and quick. The other turn and the front stretch and...
Well, looky here...
The first attempt was, uhm, not good.
The second wasn't pretty, but I made it through.
The third... man... just like old times.
And it felt fantastic!
I'm going to be sore as hell tomorrow.
[Note: Before Bruce Jenner was an embarrassment to all men on reality TV, and before he was an embarrassment to all men with his horrible nose job, he was an Olympic Decathlon Gold Medalist. I am not making that up. Look for yourself.]
Numbers: 2.5 miles in the rain on streets, sidewalks, grassy hills, and track.