- It's a 12 mile course, 6 miles out and back. 12 miles is a pretty good distance for a long Saturday run for me. Short enough to allow me to complete my other weekend activities unexhausted, but long enough to make me regret being born with legs.
- The course is fairly scenic. Some parts of the trail are completely shaded by branches that meet from trees on opposing sides of the pathway. Mostly I don't notice it because I'm busy regretting that leg thing, but every once in a while I look around and appreciate it.
- There's one good-sized hill and it peaks right near the turn-around point at the 6 mile marker. It's nice to be halfway done and know that the only slope ahead of you is a downhill one.
- The course is marked every half mile. For people like me who are anal-retentive about time and their running pace, this is both heavenly and punishing.
They all looked super fit though. All of the guys ran with their shirts off and they looked like anatomy models. One guy had that perfect V-shape that men are supposed to have, but you never see in real life (or at least I never see in the mirror). And if I wasn't impressed by the speed by which he ran by me, I surely was impressed by the flames he had tattooed on his pectoral muscles.
A flame tattoo! On his pecs! At first glance I didn't know whether to douse his chest with my gatorade or just scream "FIRE!" into his bellybutton. Thankfully I'm unable to make decisions like that in the split second in which he ran by, so I did nothing. Slow-witted-ness has its occasional advantages.
And totally unrelated, I went to a PTA meeting tonight. I so want to make smarmy comments about the PTA, but I'm unable. The leaders pretty much seem to be a smart and caring group of folks and I can't quite muster the cynicism to mock them. I'll get there, but I'm not there yet. Bear with me.