It's nice to run with friends, but we normally run the same three-mile route in the afternoon. Some might call it a rut. Today I had to run a little earlier, starting about 1:30 p.m., so I was by myself. My thoughts were miles away before I suddenly realized that I had gone nearly a half-mile and was at the familiar end of Fifth Street, turning right, the same route I ran every day. Instantly I decided to change it up a little, and I turned left, not knowing exactly where I was going.
What a great feeling that is for a runner! - not to know exactly where one is going. I ended up running up to Highway 64, past the ball field, down Cullasaja Drive to the Mirror Lake Bridge, a route I had not taken in months, not actually planning out the route, just letting whim, light and shade, and terrain lead me onward. Ducks were taking off from the lake, the sun was warm, and there were streaks of high white cirrus clouds overhead. I circled back, climbed Foreman Road hill, and then back up Chestnut to Sixth, around to the Peggy Crosby Center, down Spring Street, up Main Street. My GPS watch told me the total distance - 6.16 miles - and I when I got home I jubilantly wrote in my running log: "All Over the Place!"
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