But first there was traffic. And pot holes.
I finally made it safely, screaming my head off to some music to keep me sane. I parked in the BHDP guest parking lot and waited for the
So that meant I was on my own. Joe politely said he would run any pace, but I didn't want to make the Thursday night run suck for him and then he wouldn't want to do it again because he had to run with Greg's slow wife. Greg said he had a hard time keeping up with him. Thursdays are Joe's easy days, so I think it worked out for him to run with Greg. And Greg will benefit running with him since he's faster.
The route went down to the stadium and along the river, then back up and by the rest of the stadiums before turning around and heading back on third. Joe and Greg became distant specs, and with all the turns, I had lost them by the time we were by the Freedom Center. I might have pushed myself a little bit, it kind of felt like it. I forgot my watch, so I have no idea what my pace was.
It's too bad more people aren't interested, regardless of pace. I'm sure it would be cool to have a bunch of people do a route. Maybe the next weeks will be different. As for me, I guess I can look forward to a different running venue at least.
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