Thoughts from Thirteen

Miles. That would be 13 miles. Otherwise known as: the distance I ran on Saturday. To be fair, my GPS thinks I ran only ran 12.56 miles. And, the route I was following is advertised as 12.

But, my GPS robbed me of a half mile between miles 4-5, where it seems to think I walked over a chunk of the Charles River.  And, the website says the route is “about” 12 miles.  Not “exactly” 12 miles.

Okay, maybe it was only 12.56.  But, seriously, it felt like 13!

So, here’s a quick rundown of how it went.

Mile 1.5:  When did Fall arrive?  New England’s about to get super-pretty!

Doesn't that bench look inviting?

Doesn't that bench look inviting?

Mile 1.51:  If I stop every mile and a half to take a photo, I’m never going to finish this run!

Mile 3:  Zzzzzzzzzzz.  (This is the sound of me zoning out as Erin is apparently whistling to get my attention as I cross over Bridge St. to enter the river path on the other side.  I only learned about this via text message an hour or so later.)

Mile 4.5:  I’m hungry!  Why do I always set off for a long run so close to lunchtime?

Mile 6:  Crossing the Blue Heron bridge, my favorite spot.  Feeling strong.  (Oh…wait.  That guy gliding past me who looks like he’s flying through the air?  He’s strong.  I am…well…me.)

The journalist in me feels compelled to point out that this is a "file photo" of a previous crossing of the Blue Heron bridge.  Shhhh.  Don't tell anyone!

The journalist in me feels compelled to point out that this is a "file photo" of a previous crossing of the Blue Heron bridge. Shhhh. Don't tell anyone!

Mile 7.5: Why are there no craisins in my mid-run snack of almonds and craisins?

Mile 7.51: Oh yeah. Remember that thing you forgot to add to the grocery shopping list? That would be craisins.

Mile 8.2: Crossing into Mt. Feake cemetary for the “new” portion of my running route. I’ve run in here plenty of times, but never tried to exit the cemetery via a tiny path on the other side. Better consult my notes!

Mile 8.24: Notes on my phone. Camera on my phone. Ain’t that convenient?

You'll notice that the frequency of photography increases along with my general exhaustion.  If I was more science-y, I'd write up a scientific equation to explain it.

You'll notice that the frequency of photography increases along with my general exhaustion. If I was more science-y, I'd write up an equation to predict it.

Mile 9: Who turned my river to pea soup?

All it needed was bits of ham.  Pea soup just isn't the same unless it's got ham in it.

All it needed was bits of ham. Pea soup just isn't the same unless it's got ham in it.

Mile 9.4: W. T. F. ??

I don't know what to say about this, except, A) that fox tail seems to be real-ish and B) according to my map, this place is called Fox Park.

I don't know what to say about this, except, A) that fox tail seems to be real-ish and B) according to my map, this place is called Fox Park.

Mile 10-11: I have been reduced to just two thoughts:
Remain upright.
Get home.
Luckily, my iPod has decided to play Clocks by Coldplay and the Buena Vista Social Club. It’s got the perfect laidback beat for my long, slow run. And Chris Martin singing:

Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go

Don’t you just love iPod kismet?

Mile 11: I finally made it to Charles River Canoe and Kayak. Every spring I tell myself that I’m definitely going kayaking this summer. Every fall, I realize I’ve failed.

If I had gone kayaking this morning instead of running, I'd be home by now.

If I had gone kayaking this morning, I'd be home by now.

Mile 11.5: My magical mixture of Gatorade and water is almost gone. Good thing there’s a water fountain in the park just ahead.

Mile 11.52: Damm you, broken water fountain!

Isn't that just the saddest thing you've ever seen?

Isn't that just the saddest thing you've ever seen?

Mile 11.6: Ouch.

Mile 11.7: Ouch

Mile 11.8: Ouch

Mile 11.9: Ouch

Mile 12: Aren’t I supposed to be done by now?

Mile 12:56:

Yes, please!

Yes, please!

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