Know the Code

A short post tonight as I REALLY need to be doing school work.

I was so excited today to wake up late (yes, 6:45 is late for me), and enjoy a day off with some sunshine and a sandy beach after my 6 miles. The run was fantastic - I even found a new trail along the river (if you can call it that - it's really more of a brook) in New Haven. It was humid, but not too hot at all. The legs were a little tired and I am definitely not looking forward to my 13 miles tomorrow morning without a rest day (schedule rearranged for the wedding Saturday).

When I got home, I ate a huge bowl of cereal and went out to work on the car a bit. I was unsuccessful trying to repair the lift gate, but was able to dismantle the interior fan and remove the culprit of the obnoxious ticking noise (just a leaf, thank goodness). So, while the car is in the shop tomorrow for the lift gate, I will be trotting around the streets of New Britain for a couple hours.

Even after I finished up with the car, the sun was STILL not out. I have been looking forward to this beach day for weeks now. So, I took to the next best thing - retail therapy.

Now, on to the original reason for my post tonight. This morning, I must have run past thirty other runners, and approximately only fifty percent gave a smile, nod or wave. This is international runner's code here people. It's the same thing as all those people who drive Jeep Wranglers or motorcycles - just a quick wave of acknowledgement. If you're out on the streets or trails and you cross paths with another runner, no matter how tired or cranky you are, give a little sign - we're in it together and no one knows better what your feeling than another runner.