“Them chickens jackin’ my style”

I read in a Runner’s World once that you’re not a true runner until you’ve gone two-sies during a run. Saturday night I became a true runner, x3.

My Dad gave me a couple of tips years ago:
1) Take TP on every long run.
2) If you don’t take TP with you, keep an eye out during the run for anything that you can use as TP.

This is one gem I never took to heart, but I do remain aware of the possibility. I can usually tell early in a run if I may need to make a pit stop, and if so I plan my route accordingly. I happen to know where a couple of port-o-lets have been strategically placed, close to downtown. This has been a handy piece of information to have, all three times. Does the fact that I haven’t had to go in the woods, or worse, make me less of a true runner? Or a smarter runner? I’d love some feedback on this one.

I ran eight miles Saturday night, with a 0.2 mile detour. I kept the pace pretty easy, in the upper nine minute range. My legs felt fatigued the entire time so I didn't push the pace. Hopefully two days of recovery will do some good and they’ll feel better in the morning.

It was a nice night for a run; scattered t-storms earlier in the day had cooled it off slightly. I love running in the rain when it's warm outside, but the next best thing is running after a rain on a warm day. Reason: wet leaves that overhang sidewalks. Instead of ducking under leaves and branches, just run your head through them and let the water cool you off. I take full advantage of wet trees during my post-rain runs; heck, I'll even smack a branch once in a while and give it a good shaking. But that really isn't worth the effort. The water just falls behind you unless you stop.

This does get dangerous at night, through. If you can't see the tree well you may get more contact with the branches than desired. So far I've been very fortunate.



10pts to the first to recognize the title! That’s the song I had in my head during Saturday night’s run.