20 minutes felt much too short. I would have liked to run for an hour - the air was cool, the grass was wet and soft. It was dark and I could barely hear the floodlight hum as the pointed the other direction.
Just as I was walking onto the field (apparently looking very confident), a couple people stopped me to ask how to get on the track. "What track?" I wondered. Apparently there's one on the other side of the giant cement wall next to the field I run on. Who knew?
Wednesday, September 22, 2009 (20 minutes)
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