I dropped the kids at class on a beautiful afternoon. I decided to treat myself to a nice run along the reservoir. I had not been there much since spring and it is such a great trail to get lost in thought during your run.
The kids were at 14th St and the RRoom I was going to start/finish at was also on 14th St. Kids north, RRoom south, but same street.. how easy, right? No need to map it. I know where I am going. I drove off. Only, 14th St doesn’t go all the way through south of city centre. Crap. I drove around, trying to navigate the way over to the RRoom. Problem was that while I knew my location, I just didn’t know how to get where I wanted to go (it happens a lot). At least not by car. I was passing streets and trails that I knew from running in the spring and was starting to get frustrated. Time was a-wasting.
Determined not to let the afternoon get the best of me, I kept on. Everything was so familiar – the dog park, the Bow River trail weaving in and out of where I was driving. How in the world do I get back over to 14th St? I started to grow more and more impatient with being in the car on such a cloudless day. Then I stumbled upon an elementary school near the dog park. I knew this school as a landmark from previous runs. It’s a school that is built on top of a ridge, which always intrigued me. Why would anyone build an elementary school playground on the side of a ridge? And how do I get to that golf course down below? I was close to RRoom, I could smell it. But, with no clue as to how to get there unless on foot, I parked the car. I mumbled a few expletives and decided to just run the trail to the RRoom and back. It couldn’t be far. I had planned to run the 6k route from the RRoom “to oscar” (a garbage can at a fork in the trail) and back. It was a run I had done so many times, in the dark, in the snow, in rain, in daylight.. but I was not near that part of the trail.
Due to the fact that I had planned to park at RRoom and do a quickie 6k, I had not brought a water belt or much nutrition with me. In fact, I didn’t have my garmin. After assessing my new plan, I headed out with my ipod and timex. The run was great. I was not tracking pace, just thinking back to training. Random thoughts I had during the run..
- hey look! there’s Rose’s favorite outhouse.
- Peter usually started talking about what he was making for dinner around this bridge during our long runs. I wonder what he is cooking today?
- AAHHH! A really fat robin! (I almost stepped on it)
- Jon’s daughter was playing competitive soccer for the first time this spring.. wonder how she did?
- I need to message Michelle and Heather to see if they want to do a fall race.
- AAHHH!! A bunny! (I almost stepped on it)
- When the hell am I going to be at the RRoom? I have to pee something fierce and am sweating like crazy.
Upon arriving at RRoom, I was a sweaty mess with a glowing red tomato face. Thankfully, it is a place that is accustomed to runners coming in like this to use their facilities and grab some water. I did both and headed back out. The parking lot where my car was located was further away that I had anticipated. I thought so, anyway. It was hard to tell without my garmin. It occurred to me how touristy I am while running with other people. No wonder Heather always took off; she is not a talker during runs and I never shut up.
At the end of the run I chugged down some water between inhaling the granola bar and dried apricots I had in the car. I made a note to map the distance upon returning home. It then occurred to me that I really didn’t know how to get back to where the kids were and the time was fast approaching for me to pick them up. I would need to show up at the art studio smelly and sweaty. Getting in the car, I cranked the air conditioning and tried to retrace my drive. I arrived at the art studio just in time for the kids to walk out. They looked at me in disbelief, (or disgust, I couldn’t really tell), and asked, “Mom, didn’t you do anything while we were at art?”