Tuesday, October 17, 2017

People I passed yesterday.

There's another old guy in the neighborhood. No idea how far he runs, but he's out there almost every day. His gait is half way between a jog and a walk. Does that make him a jalker or a wogger? Wears a hoodie with the hood up, no matter how warm it is. When it gets cold, he adds sweatpants. But always the hoodie. I've waved to him before. He never waves back. Never acknowledges my existence. I don't think he's being rude. I figure he needs to concentrate so hard to hold that 15 minute pace he doesn't have bandwidth for social interaction.

There's a girl with some sort of learning disability about a mile and a quarter from the house as I go south on Levan. She sits in a camp chair, waiting for her dad to come home from work. If I run past between 3:30-4:30, she'll be there. Sometimes she's talking to herself, sometimes she's listening to music. I've greeted her once or twice, but she looks at me vacantly, apparently not sure if she should run inside and tell her mother or jump up and start running next to me. Either would be bad, so now I just keep running.

On the other sidewalk is a younger woman walking. Not for exercise. Just walking either home from somewhere or to somewhere from home. I want to be on that side of the street because my turn is coming up, but I wait until she's behind me. Who knows what her reaction would be to an old sweaty guy running across the street in her direction? Sad that conversation has to go on in my head.

A runner. Younger than me (funny how so many of them are lately - what's up with that?). Larger (story of my life). Slower (ha!). Me: Hello! Him: Pretty good, thanks.

I run all over this town. I still see people I've never seen before. Young guy, about 30, with a mustache. Mustache? Guys that age don't wear mustaches anymore, do they? But there it is, fuzzy caterpillar under his nose. Good stride, solid pace, red 2017 Chicago marathon shirt. Make sure my form is appropriately athletic. Am I wearing a 5k short or a marathon shirt? This is important. 2014 Illinois marathon. Good. Runners' nod and wave.

The sun is lowering, but still has a couple of hours to set, but while I'm heading west, it's pretty bright in my eyes. It's a half mile to my next turn and I see a figure coming east. Too small, too much broken shade, too far away to tell what, who and how it's coming. Slowly it resolves - a woman, running, with a dog. This one I can do. "Good afternoon." She responds in kind.

Near the farthest point on this loop is an empty field. Nominally a park, it's where the boys went to elementary school when we moved to L-town 23 years ago. About ten years ago it was burned down by a troubled student. Happened over a weekend, so no one was injured, thank goodness. The city's declining elementary enrollment rendered rebuilding "unfeasible", so they moved the gifted programs that were here to another building and razed Webster. Now, it's just a patch of grass in the neighborhood.

Just beyond is the swim club. I need to turn here but there's a boy walking a big dog and they're making the same turn. Generally I try to avoid coming up on dogs from behind. I need a few more tenths before heading for home, so I cross the street. Probably unnecessary.

Crossing puts me behind a mother (I assume) pushing a stroller. I also assume there's a baby in it. I'd feel silly crossing again, so I call out as I approach. She answers back like she was expecting me. Wishes me a nice run. I could say she has a beautiful baby, but I never really get a look at the kid, and would that be creepy anyway? So I mention how beautiful the day is instead. She agrees to my back since I'm already several strides past them. She sounds so friendly I probably could have stopped and admired that beautiful baby and talked about my granddaughters.

Ahead the street T's instead of going through to where I need to turn again. Left or right? Right will leave me short at the end. Left will make my seven miles a tenth to a quarter long. I go left.

Up on Five Mile there's a couple in their 50s out walking, holding hands. I've tried walking with Mrs. Dave, but she usually has a text or phone conversation going on so it's more like I'm by myself anyway and I'd rather run - walking is just too slow. Two people walking on a sidewalk of course fill it from side to side. Do I take to the grass? I need to let them know I'm there anyway, so I call out. They move over and say, "Hello."

A minute later I get passed. I never get passed. Not that I'm Sebastian Coe or anything, but it just doesn't happen that often. I'm going about 8:45, he's going about 7:30. High schooler from the looks of him. No watch, no earbuds. Just running. Fast. Relaxed. Id that a cotton T? Old school. I remember running like that. Free. Light-footed. Effortless. Today, color me green with envy. 8:45 is hard today.

Blue shirt now coming in my direction. Tall. Walking. 2017 Detroit marathon shirt. That race was just Sunday.

Rumbles down below require me to not pass the Timmy Ho's without stopping.

2-1/2 miles to home. One more runner.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Ramblings

Thursday is my day off from running (although this week I have to switch to Wednesday). 
Still feeling slow and ponderous, I'm sticking with the mileage on my planned return and letting the speed (or lack thereof) fall wherever it may. If fall ever decides to get here, I hope that will give me back at least a few seconds. So, six miles for Friday. In my head, I was spent most of the time worrying what running six miles was going to do to the ten miles I wanted to run on Saturday.

But I'm silly like that.

When they decided to build on the Haggerty/Seven Mile corner, it was also announced that the developers were going to put in some paths/nature trails all the way out to Northville Road - two miles that right now is nothing. Since Seven Mile has no sidewalk (at least the shoulder is fairly wide) and the traffic in the last ten years has increased significantly I mostly avoid running on it now along that stretch. But what I wanted to mention here was that I decided to check on the status of the planned nature trails while I was out this direction. Hadn't been there in awhile, so perhaps there'd been some progress.

Nope.

There appeared to be the beginning of something, but it petered out after just a few yards. Did get to watch a small flock of wild turkeys scamper off through the brush and into the trees, so that was interesting. The best part of this run was the fact that the temps had fallen that day into the lower 60s. While it was still humid, it wasn't suffocating and my easy pace dropped just into the 9's. 

Score.

Later that night our friends, Bob and Karen, came in with his sister Diane. We fed them Mrs. Dave's minetroni soup and pie. Sadly, they all wanted apple. I tried not to be stingy with their slices, but it was a hard thing. I'm a bad person.

Mrs. Dave promised them breakfast, and since Saturday was probably going to top 90o again, I had to get up early to get my ten in before that. The first four miles were pretty dark, reminding me of my ninja runner days. But it was also overcast, which is actually helpful, as the city lights reflect and make things at least somewhat visible. The out part of my loop route route was on a walking path that parallels the road, with traffic. This is also helpful, as the oncoming traffic is far enough away that headlights don't blind me quite so much.

Dropping down into Hines Park the parking lot was packed with runners from a local Christian church. I see them often when I go down there on Saturday mornings. There were probably 60-70 of them, mostly in team shirts, blocking the path to the bridge I needed to cross. Not a big deal, since I was going slow anyway. They were listening to someone reading the story of David and Goliath from the Bible, right at the part where David trash talks Goliath before tossing a rock into his forehead. As I think about it now, it was the perfect text for the next quarter mile of my run that morning because I was just about to climb That Hill That I Hate So Much. I ran up that hill every Saturday during a particularly brutal winter a few years ago near the end of all my long runs. It's a beast. Perhaps I should call it "Goliath" from now on. Great name for a big hill.

But I survived Goliath. if I didn't exactly slay him this weekend. As I recovered on the downside, I had to share the path with a huge crowd of the other running group that runs through this end of Hines Park nearly every Saturday - Team World Vision. No collisions, thank goodness.

The mile from 6.25 to 7.25 rises 109 feet. This was the incline I was worried about having to walk before I got to the top, but made myself keep going and then it was a smooth downhill back to the house. Those last three miles are so much shorter than the first three. Don't know why that is.

Last three miles were all sub-9, and the overall pace was 9:19. Still stoopid hoomid, though, so I was pretty well soaked with sweat. Where the heck is fall?

After I got cleaned up I made waffles and then took a nap.

This was the first time I've run 30 miles in a week since San Francisco. I still may not do anything with it until spring, but it's nice to have some fitness again.

Big congrats to my Loopster friends who ran in Chicago, Albany and wherever else last weekend. Hardly ideal marathon conditions, so extra props for that. I vow to never run an early October marathon. Of course, whenever I get around to Hawaii that'll be worse, so that's a silly promise to make, isn't it?

There was a big flurry of activity on the new Loop last week as people accepted the initial invitation to join. It's slowed somewhat, but still building and I'm reading posts by old friends I haven't seen in awhile. The more, the merrier, so if anyone's interested in a place where you can geek out on your life and how running fits into it, with no judgment on how fast or slow you are, how many or few miles you put in, and want to get support and encouragement from people who get you, this is the place. www.loopsters.org

Friday, October 6, 2017

Finding a new home.

Eight and a half years ago, I was recovering from a rupture of my right plantar fascia - the most serious injury I'd had in a long, long time. In contemplating my mortal fragility and advancing age I realized that the marathon I'd always promised myself I'd run "someday" might slip away if I didn't get a move on soon.

I decided to document the journey online, so I started a blog. Didn't know much about blogs. I had noticed that there were some running blogs attached to Runner's World's website, and that seemed like a good fit. My first post there was just a few paragraphs about my injury and plans for that first marathon, as well as a dream that I might join my two sons (both Boston Qualifiers) in Hopkington in another year or so. To my surprise, there were two or three people who actually commented on it.

This place was called the Loop, and I found a home there. On the Loop I could pour out all my thoughts, joys and pains, questions and wonderings about running as I stretched my limits week by week, prepping for that most amazing of goals. The Loopsters were universally positive in their support, helpful in their advice, friendly in their interactions with me and each other. Each of us was at a different place in our running lives, but eager to share what we knew and happy to learn from each other.

The first time I met one of these people in person was at a local race. She went by the name Zamgirl5 and was about the same age as my oldest son. We talked about running and the race a little bit, took a sort of awkward cell phone picture to post online, ran the race, said goodbye. Inauspicious.

The Loop has remained a constant piece of my running life. Loopsters number among my dearest friends. I cheer their successes and mourn their losses as much as my own. I share with them my pains, disappointments, triumphs, fears. And it wasn't just me; there was a true feeling of community, of family, that grew between us. Friendships, romances, marriages even. Loopsters plan races and travels to be together. In 2011, nearly 70 best friends - most of whom had never met before - descended on the Philadelphia Marathon for a long weekend of fun and running. We had t-shirts, our own awards, programs. It's still a highlight of my adult life.

I still haven't realized that dream of running in Boston with my sons, although I did get to make that right on Hereford and left on Boylston last year after 11 tries. It could still happen.

Now, I suppose I should get to the end of this story. Last Tuesday one of our fairly new Loopsters from CA discovered an announcement on the Runner's World forums landing page and posted it in Loopville, where we interact on Facebook. They were ending the community section of their website, which included their reader forums and the Loop. We were all pretty shocked. On Wednesday I received a PM from someone called square wheels, who said he was mostly a cyclist, but came occasionally to the RW forums and the Loop to read, although he rarely if ever posted himself. He told me that he hosted a few websites (as a hobby or side gig) and was willing to set us up with a new home, if we were interested. Sign me up, buddy!

In the meantime, there was lots of commiseration, scrambling to save old posts, and nostalgia about the good old days on the Loop ensued there in Facebook. I had several non-Facebook Loopsters contact me through PMs, asking to join Loopville, so they wouldn't lose all contact. 

On Thursday between 3 and 5 pm, it was done. The Loop was gone. 

There were a few ideas thrown out, wondering where we might find a new home, but we hadn't decided on anything. On Tues and Wed I traded a couple more notes with square wheels. I had a few ideas about a domain name (the best ones were all being squatted on - opening bids of $199) and we settled on loopsters.org. He set us up with the site and we've been moving over since then. He's been very responsive to our questions and suggestions. 

One more story, I had someone (don't even know who - posted anonymously) post a couple of days ago here. He/She had just run a marathon, was looking to post their 1st RR and discovered there was no Loop. They googled me and found this blog. They asked what they could do to find a place like the Loop again. I was so happy I could direct them to the new Loop.

Anyway, if you're tired of your SO rolling their eyes or leaving the room whenever you talk about that sesamoid pain or your tight piriformis or the way you killed that last tempo, the Loop might be the place for you. Not everyone there is Dathan Ritzenheim or Ernest Hemingway. There are people of all types, all of different background, ability (as both writers and runners) and experience. What's universal is running. With so much that divides people in the world right now, it's refreshing to have a place where all that is set aside and we can focus on something that brings us together. Something that brings us all joy and lets us share that joy with others who understand it and feel it, too.

Come visit. www.loopsters.org.

I'm having so much fun over there that this little blog may get neglected for awhile.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Hope I'm not shooting myself in the foot.

That title phrase nowadays is defined as an inadvertent sabotage of one's situation. Historically speaking, there's nothing accidental about it. Back in WWI (and again in WWII), soldiers afraid to go over the top and out of the trenches as part of an infantry charge (i.e., the most likely men to be killed) would literally shoot themselves with their own weapons. The foot was most often the chosen appendage for the wound, as it was rarely lethal, but at the same time debilitating enough for removal from the front lines and an extended hospital stay. If you were lucky, it would be permanent. Sure, you'd have a limp for the rest of your life, but your life was almost guaranteed to be far longer than it would have been if you'd taken your chances in No-man's Land. Somehow, the "accidental" part was added, probably by a clever private as a cover story for his new handicap. Anyway, we've dropped the "accidental" wording but kept the implicit idea that no one would do something so ridiculous on purpose.

Now, as I come back from this recent foot injury I wonder about a couple of things. First, is this ironic? I don't think so, but I've never been able to fully understand what makes something ironic. More importantly, am I being overly optimistic in thinking I can be ready for a marathon in December?

I've no doubt I can finish a marathon by then. When I say, "Ready," for a marathon, my head wants to run one, not run-walk-stumble-suffer-for-weeks-afterward.

The conservative approach would be to very slowly increase my miles day by day and week by week, until I am comfortable with 30 mpw or so, then attack a 12-18 week regimen with speed work and double digit long runs. Guess what? We're at the end of September.

I tell myself I'm not committed to a December race. But I'm probably lying. The marathon has a hold on me somehow, and I don't want to let it go. I've done two this year, thanks to an early start in January and a second race in July. This plan gave me a shorter cycle for a November date in NYC, but I'd done shorter, so wasn't concerned.

Then the foot thing. Now that I've spent a couple of months thinking about it, I've come to the conclusion that it was the shoes. No surprise - it's always the shoes, money. I left my shoes in the rental car when I went to Utah/Idaho in early July. I was already in over-training mode by then, but had a couple of decent runs and a so-so Yasso session. But suddenly finding myself with no shoes, I had to punt. The replacements were my go-to Cumulus 18s, but there was no time for break-in. They did OK for the first week two, but since I was already fending off a case of PF, that tipped me over the edge and I pulled up lame in the middle of that last tempo run before San Francisco. Probably should have taken at least of few days of easy running (I was over-trained, remember?) before hitting it hard again.

Six weeks off was four more than the plan. A month of easy, base building gone.

So, do I bag the idea of another marathon in 2017 or settle for something less than full effort so I can stay on my original schedule?

I'm no psychologist, but it's obvious that I really want one more race this year. Why? Is the rest of my life so messed up that the accomplishment of a marathon compensates somehow? There are things that could be better, certainly, but I'm hardly homeless, unemployed or contemplating divorce. Like everyone, we have our share of positives and negatives happening, but overall, we're as well off as the next family. Better in many, many respects.

Is this any different than running marathons to begin with? Beats me.

At any rate, while it's not 100% yet, I think I'm sort of aiming for one. There are a few that fit my time window (mentioned them a couple of weeks ago). They are about 11 weeks out from now. If I can do a slow and steady build up with NO speed work, I think I can just put together enough miles to make it work. But I need to wait until I have at least a couple of more weeks on my feet to be sure before I spend any money and sign up for one. Of course, that puts me at risk of races reaching capacity before I open my checkbook.

The other day Mrs. Dave was making some cookies and the Kitchenaid mixer got really, really hot. My guess was a bad motor. My brother used to work on these and he agreed. So I had some parts shipped in and spend an evening last week trading out the suspects. Then it wouldn't start at all. Argh. Bro thinks I fried the control board. Now I'm waiting for that to come before I try again. If it works, then I've saved $200. If it doesn't, Mrs. Dave has said she isn't interested in a replacement. We don't use it often - maybe once a month. 95% of the mixing we do is with a $8 hand mixer.

Nut came loose on one of the new stabilizer links from my last car repair. That explains the noise I kept hearing. Put a lock washer on it this time and torqued it down pretty hard. We'll see if that does the trick.

I did something smart on Saturday. I got up early and ran the eight miles I wanted to do before it got warm for the day - 90*. It was in the mid sixties for me and while it was humid enough for a major sweat fest, it wasn't boiling like it would have been later in the day. So, running eight miles was OK. I did take a little walk session at 5-1/2, but I was afraid I was going to need more than that. It was slow-ish as well - about 9:25/mile - but given that my plan for December is 3:55, that's about right for the long run pace. The fall weather is supposed to get here on Wednesday or Thursday and that will be a tremendous help.

The good news is that these Pinnacle inserts have really done the job on my PF. I'm at about 90% now. So good that I'm forgetting to do my exercises. I'm better with the stretching, which is also a consistent problem I have, so I choose to be encouraged by that success.

Anyway, there's my week.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

I don't have to run.


I think I'll officially declare today that I'm no longer on the injured list. (BTW, it was the shoes - it's always the shoes!!!)  It wasn't a long stay. I've been on it much longer than my recent six week stint on more than one occasion. I've taken a year or two off before just because I wasn't motivated. Not sure those were great ideas, but that time is past now, so it doesn't matter.
Being on the road again is nice. Running is integral to my identity as much now as it ever was. If I'm forced to go to a social event I can be counted on to sit in a corner and watch the clock until Mrs. Dave decides we can go. If she's not there, I don't even bother with a clock. Once my obligation is done, I'm out. Unless someone asked me about running, and that counts as my obligation.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I think I mentioned how the Red Cross has been so ridiculously unorganized that I haven't been able to donate. There was a drive in the building yesterday, so I thought I'd try my luck again and hazard an hour or so of the midday. Best experience in a long time. Glad I went.
They'd set up at one end of the large cafeteria, walled off discreetly from the lunch crowd. I walked up to the desk, checked in and had a seat. There were four screening desks, but three of the staff were huddled around one of them, with one donor (I can only assume), answering questions. A phlebotomist in training? IT issues?
But I figured I'd give them 10-15 minutes before I was ready to give up again. Only 3-4 minutes later another nurse came up and I was in process. Bonus that I'd done their new Rapid Pass check in, pre-answering all the "I have not had sex with a prostitute" questions. Five minutes after that, Heidi lead me over to the donation beds and it was GO time.
I've been listening to Antony Bevor's D-Day, so I chilled out with some Normandy invasion excitement while the O-neg dripped. Before I knew it, they were cutting off the bag and bandaging my inner elbow. Saving lives feels good.
I'd had my braces adjusted that morning, so was an hour later than normal leaving for home. Coming in late also meant I'd had to park a quarter mile away from the building. Imagine my surprise when Abby refused to start. I never expect she won't be ready to go. Fortunately, Mrs. Dave was close by today and getting off work about the same time. Doesn't normally work out like that, so I called her for a jump and then tried to see if maybe it was just a connection problem - no easy task without any tools. But, after a little work, I was able to get enough juice flowing to fire up the engine. We got home, and I cleaned up and tightened the clamps. She started, but not exactly as good as normal.
So the rest of the evening I sort of worried and got up early to check, just in case. Trouble. Jumped her with the CR-V and let that do some charging for a few minutes while I ate breakfast. That helped, but I still wasn't completely comfortable.
I'm usually into work by 7:00, which happens to be when the local auto parts store opens. No meetings until 8:00 today, so I went straight to O-Reilly's and had them check out the battery, just in case. It was dead-ish. Back when I sold parts for a living, you could buy a car battery for $40, but that was before most of you were born, so the $140 wasn't a big shock. Anyway, Abby's got all her energy back and that makes me happy.
Oh, so now that I'm running again, I'm just trying to get enough miles in so I can feel like I'm not a poser with my IRUN262 license plate. When I'll actually run 26.2 again is uncertain. No plans have been made for the rest of 2017.
I did six on Saturday. Warm-ish and humid-ish, so it wasn't a fabulous run. I took a break at 3 and another at 5 when my breathing started to get sort of ragged. Still, good to get out.
Yesterday I was after five miles. No small task since I was a pint low on blood, but it was a tad cooler than it's been all summer, overcast, breezy, and I was careful with the pace, just trying to get done. Since there were no signs of stress, I kept going and made it through. Not pretty, but then neither am I.
Putting together a team for next year's Hood to Coast relay. Applications are due October 4th. I've wanted to do this since I first heard about it who knows how many years ago. Can't be more than 36 of course. That's longer than I remember anyway.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Discouraging.

It's not a DNF or anything.
I suppose it's come at as good a time as any, if there's such as thing as a good time to not being able to run.
Scratch that. I can run. My heel just makes me suffer when I do it.
More accurate. At least, that's what happened this weekend.
So, I went in last week to see Dr. Fong. I'd been feeling pretty good and even put in a couple of short runs. After hearing my story, he poked around a little and agreed it was just PF. ("just PF" haha)  Gave me the sheet of PF stretches and exercises, recommended inserts or orthotics, suggested a Strassburg sock, offered an x-ray, just in case, made a follow up appointment six weeks out. Figured I'd cancel that since I'd started running again.
Put together a short little plan for a marathon in December if I decide to do one.
Ran two miles on Friday. Ran four on Saturday.
Then my heel hurt pretty much the rest of the weekend.
For now, I'll keep that next appointment and get serious about the rehab. Also, considering stopping to pick up some shoe inserts. I have my old boot from 2006 I can wear around the house and even sleep in now that the nights have cooled off.
Today's feeling a little better.
Maybe there will be no training this fall. No running in the fall? That hurts. Maybe there will be no marathon this fall or winter. That's not quite so bad since I did two already this year. Does reduce my opportunities to meet Loopsters, though, which is sad.
We'll see.
We have a med student from Las Vegas staying at the house this month. Saturday we took him on a little tour of Detroit. The good and bad that's there right now. Brightmore, Cass, Michigan & Trumbull, Indian Village, Mexican Town, Belle Isle, Comerica, the Heidelberg Project. A good day.
Still the clunk in Abby's undercarriage. Almost positive it's the ball joint again. Grr. At least I have plenty of time, what with no marathon training going on.
So there's that.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Good news and bad news.

First, the good news: I ran twice last week. Two miles on Tuesday and two more on Saturday. Saturday was kind of slow. I'll get to that in a minute.
I also ran three miles yesterday. The first two runs were with minimal pain and yesterday was 100% pain free.
I crossed paths with my neighbor, Nicole about half way through yesterday. She's been killing the Hansons beginner plan for her second Detroit marathon next month. She was doing an easy five that was no doubt easier than my easy three, and we stopped to catch up, since she hasn't seen me on the roads.
Last week I finally got around to looking into a clunk on Abby. Bad control arm bushing. I think I've mentioned once or twice maybe how much I dislike doing auto repairs. I do it because I dislike even more paying someone else to do it. Anyway, Friday after work I jacked her up and started dismantling things. Then, what so often happens when I do work on a car happened. One of the old bolts (17 years, 170K miles) was rusted solid to the bushing. Try as I might I could not get the bolt to break loose so I could remove the worn bushing. I have a 10 foot long steel pipe I use for really stubborn bolts, but this time it just wasn't happening.
This is the point where I think about friends I know who are better at this than I am, and about how much it's going to cost me to town her down to a shop, then wait for several days while they fix it for who knows how much money. I left a message for Tim, who I knew had a grinder. I was pretty sure that bolt wasn't coming out ever and would have to be cut off.
Then I went inside, giving up for the night.
Tim came over the next morning with his grinder and saved my bacon. The bolt was over a half inch in diameter and completely frozen. So we cut it out, and also had to cut off one of the stabilizer links as well. I hadn't planned on replacing those, but they have to be removed to do the bushing, so off they came. After that I went to a place where I could use a hydraulic press to punch the bushings out of the control arms.
Getting it all put back together again was the easiest part of the weekend. Oh, and since it was Saturday, we had to drive 45 minutes to the other side of town to get a new mounting bolt. But I saved $200 over what the bushing replacement would have been, plus I got new links as well. I'm trying to not need to let Abby go before we finish paying off Mrs. Dave's CR-V. So, there will likely be some more repair in the future.
That work is probably what made Saturday afternoon's run a bucket load slower than Wednesday's. 
Today is my Dr. Fong appointment. Of course, now that the pain seems to be gone. But, since I've already confirmed and with the holiday there was no way to cancel, I figure I'll go in anyway to make sure he thinks it's a good idea to resume regular running. NYCM is out, but I'd like to get another marathon in before the end of the year if all goes well.
December, I suppose. Options: St. Jude (TN), Rehoboth (DE), Rocket City (AL), Kiawa Island (SC), Tuscon, Hoover Dam (NV), Roxbury (CT), Three Bridges (AR).
Or maybe I'll let it go and just run a bunch.
The bad news: Mrs. Dave picked up a little bug on the ride home from Orlando last week and we've passed it around the house. I started sniffling yesterday afternoon and today I'm feeling pretty lousy. Was going to rest today anyway, so it's no big deal other than I don't have time to be sick.

People I passed yesterday.

There's another old guy in the neighborhood. No idea how far he runs, but he's out there almost every day. His gait is half way betw...