Today I ran a new route. Since we moved to Provo, I’ve been running mostly east, east, east. I’ve run north as well, but again, more northeast.
I have also run West along the Provo River Trail (but also east and then north on the same trail.)
Today, when I hit Center Street, I continued to run south. These were mainly quiet roads, populated only by an occasional car and a biker (who didn’t wave- why don’t bikers wave? I bike. I wave. They should, too.)
I was also startled to run right by a skunk, who was calmly walking across the road with me. I didn’t panic and he/she didn’t spray me. Sort of an early morning truce between man and Mephitidae. Earlier, I had smelled the odor of a skunk, but, for some reason, the air was nice and clean around this little guy. Whatever. I was glad to have not startled it.
At 2 miles, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I was running straight for the Provo Airport. I’d always wondered where the airport was located (although, not enough to look closely at a map or go looking for it.) So I ran down the one lane driveway (this is a small airport) and up to the gate, which had a small (very) plane on the other side. My watch reported 2.5, so I headed back.
At mile 4, I noticed some IT band pressure in my right knee (nothing new) and focused again on my stride (going for a forefoot to mid strike, here.) At 4.5 I pulled the shoes off and noticed a bunch of kids waiting for the bus to take them to school. I put on my little barefoot show and ran by. But after a short amount of time (a minute?) my left arch started to hurt. So I downshifted to a walk and finished off the distance.
—EDIT on 10 Feb, 2012 at 2:16 PM.
So I was talking to my dad about this, this morning on the phone. Apparently, he’s already covered this route and then some. He went all the way around the airport, so I was out distanced by a man who doesn’t even live here. Dang. Schooled by Dad, again.