I like to run. I don't go very fast, so I'm not in any danger of winning any races. But running has given me something positive to do during a season of my life that has not been very positive. Presently I am working towards running the Richmond (VA) Half Marathon on Saturday, November 15. I talked my oldest daughter into joining me, so we're both working hard to be able to cross the finish line on race day.
I ran the Richmond marathon last year, but a hamstring strain earlier this summer set my training back. I'm not complaining - I'm just glad I'm still able to run. At my age, every day I can get out and run some miles is a gift.
Yesterday was one such gift. I had worked up to the place where a 16 mile run could happen. So I plotted my route, set out my water at mile 7 and 13, packed my energy chews, walked out the front door and started. It was a perfect fall day, cool with bright morning sun. I ran and ran and ran. Two hours and forty five minutes later I chugged up the last slow rise and found myself back where I started.
I spent the whole run avoiding traffic and astonished at the beauty all around me. After lunch and a nap I went back out with a camera and retraced my steps. This is where I ran and what I saw:
|Mile 0 - My street and my starting line. That's the Blue Ridge in the background, on top of which is Shenandoah National Park, Skyline Drive and the Appalachian Trial.|
|Mile 2 - Pasture and a foothill of the Blue Ridge|
|Mile 3 - Apple orchard|