Our Renegade group set out for a shortish run - just 4 miles for most of us. The weather was cooler than last week by about 10 degrees, but the humidity was still high, so it was sweat city pretty early on. Loretta bought a sweet basket for her bike and once again, I have failed to take a picture of Lolo and her new ride, but she texted me a picture of the basket the night before:
It's a milk crate basket - capable of holding many water bottles!
I put my water bottle in the basket, as did CC, and we all set off for our run/ride. We ran through the fancy neighborhood just to mix things up a bit. I was running with Julia and Diane, and had two personal water stops, thanks to Loretta. She'd ridden ahead of us and we were just trucking right along, chatting about all kinds of things, when I saw in the distance Loretta, sitting up on the grassy area near a sidewalk, her bike on the ground, water bottles flung out, and do you know, I actually said out loud "did Loretta fall?" - that is the very essence of runner's brain, y'all.
It took a second to hit us and without a word, we all took off sprinting toward her. We caught up to her and were relieved to see that she was OK, although she'd scraped up her knee and hand a bit. Of course, she was more worried about how her new bike had fared, which I totally understood - I remember having a light crash on my pink bike shortly after I'd gotten it (Paco got in my way) and I was more upset that I'd scratched up the handlebars than if my body was banged up. Her chain was off and her handlebars were twisted, but we helped get everything straightened out and she was good to ride back to the park - we were about 3/4 of a mile away when this happened. Turns out, she'd come to a three-way stop intersection, tried to let a car go ahead of her, but the car waited for her, so she nicely gave a courtesy wave to the driver and crashed into a pole. See, this is why you shouldn't be polite. Gets you every time.
Old school angels - Farrah, Jaclyn and Kate.
When we started running again, I said that it felt like we were Charlie's Angels, running to the rescue. The age difference between Diane and I, and Julia, became immediately apparent, as we started saying Farrah and Kate and Jaclyn, while Julia was saying Lucy Liu - ha! Oh and by the way, apparently we CAN run fast when we need to! When we were at breakfast I checked my Garmin and we were at an 8:00 pace during our sprint, which is fast for us.
Yesterday Cary and I ran a 5K in my neighborhood, just for kicks. It was ridiculously warm - 73 degrees, with humidity coming in at a lovely 89% but at least there was a breeze. Still, it was nice to run more than our standard 2.5 miles for a change. And then a couple of hours later, I met Jenny at a park and we walked a 5K! I'm glad I get to do this extra bit at least once a week - I know it's not all running, but putting more miles on my legs must help for building up stamina, right? Any case, hitting 6.2 miles in one day made me feel happy that my body is cooperating with getting some exercise; my legs were a little tired as the day went on, but nothing hurt, and for that I'm very grateful.