Running Time: 52:21.5 + 2-Minute Kick
It was a bleak day in North Central Iowa, and this structure near my run captured the mood perfectly. Although I wondered if those were turrets up on the roof, or some other Mad Max prop.
I was planning to run on the local high school track, but the drive across town was too depressing. Plus there were fields nearby, and a rather wide sidewalk that ran east-west along 9th Street, so I ran back and forth a few times. I have wanted to avoid sidewalks after the Vegas Disaster, but it seemed relatively safe.
About 35 minutes in, damned if I didn’t fall AGAIN. I don’t even know what I hit – an imaginary crack, I think. This one was much less tragic. I wasn’t wearing sunglasses, I was wearing a hoodie, the concrete in this sidewalk seemed more forgiving, and I now run with headphones, and you can’t lose one side of a headphone. They fell off, but they still work. I just got a couple of scuffs on the outside of my right knee. I engaged in a rather graceful tuck and roll this time, and no head contact with ground.
Believe it or not, we have 3 large customers within 30 miles of Mason City, including our largest customer, who I went and visited the next day. It seems that the people of this region are very industrious, and some of them are quite assertive and self-assured, when it comes to business at least. None of them are turkeys, but here is a photo of some turkeys feeding next to my hotel.
I will be back this way regularly. And I will stay off the sidewalk, I promise.
Don't Make It a Habit. Make It a Ritual. 