Won't Someone Think of the Mice?

Last night, Tuesday July 24th, I set out for a 7+ mile run. It was about 6:50 PM when I started. I ran my usual route, The Rowe Quarter, and added on an extra loop to get in more than 7 miles.  I planned to run it fast so I pushed myself.  My legs felt tired for most of the run but after about 4.5 miles they finally loosened up and I really picked up the pace.  I finished the run in 1:00:13, an 8:20 pace.  I’ve run faster before but that’s still a great time for me, especially for the course I was on.

Along the way I ran over railroad tracks that were being rebuilt.  There was a about a 1.5 foot drop off between the tracks that was challenging to run over.  That same night some idiot got her car stuck on the tracks and a train destroyed her car all apparently because she was afraid she’d run out of gas taking the detour.

Along side of those tracks I was the closest I’ve ever been to a hawk.  It was less than 10 feet away.  It was busy pouncing on a nest of baby mice.  Even though the hawk was huge I might have missed it but I heard the mice squeaking.    I had turned off my headset while crossing the tracks to be sure that I didn’t get killed.

I’ve been icing my shins each night.  I won’t be running again until Sunday morning when John and I will do an 18 mile run.  I’m excited to do distances like that again.  It’s so much more fun running with someone.  It takes a long time to run that far but it doesn’t drag on because there’s someone to talk to.

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One response to “Won't Someone Think of the Mice?

  1. See, crazy things do run out in front of you. You thought I was crazy when I had a turkey jump out in front of me.

    I do have you beat this week though. While running Delaware Park, I ran past a tight rope walker – he’d tied up a tight rope between two trees in the middle of the park!

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