On Sleepy Hollow, I'm on the left side, facing oncoming traffic. There isn't much on a Sunday. I hear a car approaching from behind, so I move farther to the left, just to be safe. He (I'm sure it's a he) suddenly steps on the gas and goes left of center in order to scare the daylights out of me. It does; I nearly need to stop to clean up, as more than daylights are almost scared out of me.
A few miles later, I'm heading north on Kent Drive. Under the 25-MPH speed limit sign is an electronic 'Your Speed is' sign, the kind where your speed is displayed as a flashing number. I used to be able to get these things to work for me when I'm running, but not lately. Today, it does work! It tells me that I'm going 6, and then 7 and 8 as I purposely speed up. I'm not sure why I get a kick out of this, but it never fails for me.
As I get closer to home, I realize that my slow pace has improved, although only slightly. I may possibly be able to add a little on here to get closer to that higher weekly mileage milestone. What do I do? Just head home for nine and change. Enough is enough.
The reason for the time constraint is a family hike in Cuyahoga Valley National Park. Here I am with Malcolm and Vincent |
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