Thursday, October 11, 2018

Eight Hundred Sixty-Seven

October 11, 2018
6.37 Miles in 1:04:03
Mood: Grey skies, colorful trees, and a friendly old lady sharing meaningless drivel.
Soundtrack: Twenty One Pilots "Trench"

It was another dreary morning in Denver, but it wasn't so bad visually because although the skies are gray, the trees are all sorts of amazing colors and that color brightened up the morning. Plus, I also saw a huge hawk just chilling on a low branch, so it was a pretty cool morning to be out in nature looking at stuff.

The funniest moment of the morning came as I was standing near Goodson Rec Center when an old white lady started talking to me. I had my earbuds in, so I quickly paused them and removed the one in the ear closest to her so I could hear what she had to say. I went through that trouble so that she could tell me, "I have the same trees in my front yard as these trees, and these trees have already lost most of their leaves, but mine still have their leaves!"

This is information I needed and could not have lived without. It's a good thing I was there at that very moment in time.

Monday, October 8, 2018

Eight Hundred Sixty-Six

October 7, 2018
7.30 Miles in 1:10:48
Mood: Happy in the gloom.
Soundtrack: Twenty-One Pilots "Trench"

It was unreasonably gloomy in Wash Park. However, I was happy, because I had a tremendous run, but also because unicycle guy was back again and I got a much closer photo of his antics! The gloom turned out to be prophetic, as both the Broncos and Rockies lost in super depressing fashion. The Broncos were pounded by the woeful Jets and the Rockies were shut out to get swept out of the playoffs by the Brewers. So, good morning run, terrible sports day...but the unicycle guy was there, so all was not lost.

Eight Hundred Sixty-Five

October 5, 2018
4.21 Miles in 42:58
Mood: Taking it easy
Soundtrack: Twenty One Pilots "Trench"

I haven't run two days in a row since my foot injury back in April. I figured it was time to try, but I also figured it was time to take it easy while trying. I felt pretty good, but I intentionally did not push myself and took extra breaks, even when they weren't really needed. My foot has felt really good the past few months, and I'd like it to stay that way, but I also haven't put together a 100 mile month since March, and I'm hoping to get back to that level at some point.

Anyway, the highlight of this outing was listening to the outstanding new Twenty One Pilots album a few times. It's super good.

Eight Hundred Sixty-Four

October 4, 2018
6.51 Miles in 1:04:50
Mood: Good.
Soundtrack: Panic! At The Disco "Pray For The Wicked"

Despite not making my 7 mile target and running at a slowing 9'57" per mile pace, I felt pretty good about this outing. I also have to note that the new Panic! album feels really really short. It's good, but it feels like it's over in 15 minutes.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Eight Hundred Sixty-Three

September 30, 2018
7.14 Miles in 1:09:17
Mood: And now...a unicycle.
Soundtrack: Wash Park Ambient Noises

This was my final run as a 41 year old, so I wanted to make it a good one. It was a cool and gray morning at Wash Park, and as I got out of the car to begin my run, I quickly realized that I had forgotten my earbuds. This is always a bummer, as I don't mind running without music, it's almost always better WITH music. My disappointment quickly faded away as I began walking along the track on the outside edge of the trail, as I saw a man riding a unicycle around the street that circles the park.

I have no idea what drives people to ride odd vehicles around Wash Park on Sundays, but once again as with the penny-farthing bicycle, I was delighted. I tried to get a good picture of him right away, but he rolled his one wheeled vehicle away from me too quickly. Over the course of the next hour and a half, I saw him a handful of times from across the park, but never close enough for a picture. I figured I had missed my chance, but just as I was on the last tenth of a mile of my run, he can wheeling around the corner, and I quickly ran after him to try and get the best possible picture that I could.

This picture is not great, but is provides photographic proof that Wash Park is home to weirdos. The type of weirdos who would spend a few hours riding a unicycle for exercise. I hope his tryout with the circus goes well.

Friday, September 28, 2018

Eight Hundred Sixty-Two

September 27, 2018
7.09 Miles in 1:10:28
Mood: Happy Big Birthday to my Bro.
Soundtrack: Tyler Stenson "Some Days I'm a Lion"

On the day which my brother turned 40, I went out and enjoyed a glorious morning in Colorado. I was somewhat hoping to push myself, and although the pace of my run would suggest that I did not go hard, I felt pretty good about the seven miles I put in. It felt pretty solid and I felt good about all the miles I put in among yellowing trees.

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Eight Hundred Sixty-One

September 25, 2018
7.18 Miles in 1:11:13
Mood: Brrrr...(or as Brrr as it gets in September.)
Soundtrack: Freelance Whales "Weathervanes"

It was the first run of fall, and the weather acted like it. For the first time since spring, I was forced into jogging pants rather than shorts as I headed out because it was pretty dang chilly outside this morning. It actually felt pretty good to have a bit of chill in the air, and I had one of the better runs I've experienced in quite awhile. I complain about cold now, but I'll be dying for the weather to be this warm in three months.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Eight Hundred Sixty

September 20, 2018
4.14 Miles in 40:28
Mood: Annoyed at diabetes.
Soundtrack: Twenty One Pilots "My Blood And A Few Others From Trench" and "Vessel"

For the second time in three runs, I was torpedoed by a low blood sugar. I was legitimately annoyed and angry when I was done this morning, because I had started out so well, and then had to basically give up and walk home. That big long straight line on the map is the point to point where I stopped running and the app stopped tracking my progress up until I ran the final quarter mile just to get myself over 4 miles.

This time I recognized it as a low blood sugar, but my emergency almond butter wasn't enough to stop the problem completely, and neither was a fruit and yogurt parfait that I picked up at McDonalds on my walk home.

At least it was a pretty morning, with a light cool rain that felt amazing. Also, being forced to walk home meant that I walked along Arapahoe Road, a route I pretty much never run along, and I was able to get the photo above of a person's storage shed that definitely supports the military. I've been meaning to take a picture of this shed for literally years, but never really had an opportunity until today. So I take my positives where I can get them.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Eight Hundred Fifty-Nine

September 18, 2018
7.02 Miles in 1:09:39
Mood: Petting good dogs.
Soundtrack: Of Monsters And Men "My Head Is An Animal"

Today must have been bring your dog to the park day, and I missed the memo. I saw many more dogs than normal this morning, and even petted a couple of these very good boys. One that I petted was this large golden retriever, and he was SO SOFT AND FUZZY! I love dogs, so this was a good morning. I'm a little bummed that I didn't snap a picture of one of these dogs, it would have made a much better photo for this post than yet another gorgeous tree morning. Oh well.

The trees are noticeably beginning to turn yellow, and we are entering one of the more beautiful times of year to go on runs. I look forward to that few weeks of awesome beauty, but then I get a little sad, because it means that soon the trees will all be barren and cold weather makes it's return to our part of the world. Oh well, I'll enjoy what I have now, and try not to think about what is coming next...because right now is pretty great.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Eight Hundred Fifty-Eight

September 16, 2018
5.17 Miles in 49:05
Mood: A brief bout of monumental discouragement.
Soundtrack: Oasis "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?" / The Oh Hellos "Dear Wormwood"

Wash Park is usually my happy place, but it was less so on Sunday morning. I don't mean to sound overly dramatic, but I may have had a tiny bit of a major melt down on this run. I have never been so discouraged by a run. My time was actually deceivingly fast per mile, but I couldn't sustain any long runs and I felt zapped. I was getting more discouraged than I have felt in years. It was having a mini-existential crisis for a bit. It was legitimately depressing for awhile.

Then I got home, and realized that my blood sugar was low, and likely had been for awhile, which almost certainly led to this severe ennui. Having a low blood sugar is much like when Harry Potter sees a dementor, it saps your strength and all your positive thoughts and leaves you feeling week and powerless. Oddly, in both seeing a dementor and having a low blood sugar, the cure to that awful feeling is eating chocolate.