Slow and easy. No watch, no nothin' electronical. I just ran until I felt like stopping then mapped the route after. From home up in to the upper neighborhoods, down to Walker Ranch, around Walker. I dropped my Camelbak off at the start of Walker then put it back on for the 4+ mile climb home. That's brutal. Adding weight at the end of a run then climbing. Fun run to do, sort of liberating. I'll admit I couldn't stand the thought of not mapping it afterwards though.
"If a tree falls in the forest" (you know the rest). Well, if you do a run with no distance or time can you count it? Every run has a purpose- but a run that isn't defined? I felt tired after, so I guess that would have been the purpose. Either that or my mind was more free to think of this useless question...
And another thought I had on my run. My 20 year high school reunion is this month. It feels like it's been 30 years. I graduated with a class of eleven, people I went through kindergarten with. When you spend 13 years with just 10 other people you get quite close to them, so I'm anxious to catch up with the ones I haven't stayed in contact with. One of my friends, Jake, hung himself a few years after high school and I'm going to miss seeing him. The song playing now is about suicide. So it'll be a smaller reunion... which I'm sure Jake wasn't concerned about in his last hour.
And I ran by a house with a little boy walking around his yard crying. I wanted more than anything to stop and ask him what his father said to him. As a father of 2 boys that's what I imagined happened. He probably broke a Tonka truck.