68 degrees/94% humidity
A tough run. How did I run 10 miles so easily last year? Not sure. Enjoyed most of it, especially the first 5, which I did run without stopping. But I was very tired by the end and I took 2 long walk breaks in the middle. I’ll blame it on my nemesis, humidity. The theme for today’s run was water.
- sloshing water in my hand held water bottle
- water dripping from the dark green trees
- feeling dreamy and untethered, only connected to the world by the feel of the wind hitting the sweat on the surface of my skin
- sweat pooling on my face, not drips accumulating, just pools of water soaking my skin
- my soaking wet pony-tail, hard strands of hair hitting the back of my neck and shoulders
- the paper towel I keep in the bag attached to my hand held water bottle all wet because my water bottle leaks
- the messy, sticky, wet skittles clumped together in that same bag
- the rain falling, mostly from the sky, occasionally from a tree or a bridge
- lots of puddles
- the model posing for a photographer first above the mississippi and mill ruins park, then below
- my wet shirt clinging to my back
- the mississippi river below while I run above on the stone arch bridge, rushing and gushing and tumbling over itself at st. anthony falls
- the bright green grass looking like glowing jewels next to the river
- wondering whether I should stop and fill up my water bottle by the flats because it’s getting low (I don’t)
- the three bikers stopping to drink water out of their bottles after climbing the BIG hill, blocking the entire path
- my eyes stinging from the very salty sweat dripping off of my hair
- running by several people taking shelter under the lake street bridge because of the rain
- running in the rain, hearing a rumbling near franklin and wondering, is that thunder or a truck? Pretty sure it was a truck
- finishing by the water fountain and drinking drinking drinking the cold water
Also, two not water related memories that make me happy: the line of roller skiers–maybe 15 or 20 of them!–passing me near the greenway and the tunnel of trees in my favorite part of the path, all green with a small, circular light at the end.
And a few other images: the way the straps of the tank top on the runner in front of me twisted off to the side–were they twisted because of his gait or the sticky humidity or what?; 2 walker and a big dog up ahead, taking over much of the path;the guy on an electric skateboard with bright LED lights on the front, traveling on the stone arch bridge; the biker who kindly warned me, “on your left”; the intense rushing of the cars on the river road as their drivers hurried to get where they were going; the group of kids walking down the road to the rowing club, near the lake street bridge, that same group walking back up it as I returned almost 90 minutes later–did they recognize me?