Good Morning. 🙂 SUNNY 47 degrees, 5.14 miles.
Slept well. Woke by alarm at 5:00. Had to wake dog up again. He’s slowing down. He was really slow on the trails today. I had to wait for him in a couple places.
Of the 8 official days I’ve been doing this 5 have been rainy. This morning was bright and shiny like a new penny in the morning sun. It made me happy to roll out of bed.
The iphone says it’s going to get up to close to 80 today. But guess what the forecast is for tomorrow? Rain. Warmer but rain. Beginning to think I live in Old England, not New England. Supposed to get up to 90 over the weekend. I’ve got a hash run with the club on Saturday – hot hot hot.
But 47 is a bit nippy. My hands are fairly useless for typing or any fine motor skills when I get back.
I wore gloves for the first 2.2 ‘Buddy Loop’. I could only find one of the gloves I wanted in the clean laundry so I fished around in my running stuff and found another pair. I don’t like this pair. I’ve been trying to lose them unsuccessfully. I got them as a give away at the Hangover Classic on New Year’s Day.
They are norma
l cloth running gloves but for some reason they glued these small, hard beads onto the front, palm part of the glove. These beads are very sharp. When you reach to wipe your nose or face the beads are quite abusive.
The trails were significantly more dry this morning after just one day of non-rain. It’s like the earth is working hard to move on bu t the weather won’t let it.
I took a new route on my second lap. Went through some new construction behind my house. Looks like there may be 4-5 house lots back there. That’s a shame. Going to bump right up against my trails. Passed the construction guys driving their truck in the access road as I was exiting. They don’t like people in their space – so I avoided it on the way back.
I did an out and back on the short spur trail behind the orchard over towards Camp Nashoba. That bit was quite mushy and has some very overgrown bits. Less used trail. The mountain bikes are in there though. When a tree falls across the trail the mountain bikers don’t move them, they just turn them into little jumps by stacking smaller logs and rocks around them.
I went to pick up my motor cycle last night. The people at the shop left early and it was closed when I got there!
One nice day this week and I can’t ride.
c’est la vie. Que sara sara.
Ciao,
C-,