Sunday night. 5 p.m. Football on tv. To-do list done. Except one last item.
Go for a run.
Any problems? Not really. Except that sunset was at 5:02 p.m. Not a lot of time to get out there before dark.
You all know that I often run in the dark. I’m out there early in the morning before the sun comes up. But I learned something interesting. It’s different running in the evening.
In the morning, I start in the dark and the day brightens around me while I’m out. In the evening, I start in the twilight and the day darkens around me while I’m out. And it feels very different.
Yes, I wore my neon yellow jacket and carried my knuckle lights. Safety first, after all.
But there was one lesson I learned last night…
Don’t try a new route if you can’t really see where you’re going. I set off heading west on 10th. Fine. My plan was to do a simple out and back. Over to 10th and then west for 30 minutes. Then turn around and head home.
Good plan, right?
Except that 10th dwindled down from a paved street to a muddy gravel road to a path along the railroad tracks. Then it ended altogether.
Fine. I turned right and headed over to 12th. No big deal.
Then 12th ended at a T intersection.
I turned right again and took the path along Murphy. The problem? Murphy runs diagonally and it always screws me up. I ended up at Joplin’s version of the Bermuda triangle where Murphy meets 15th. Twice.
All’s well that ends well. Of course you know that I made it home. But I’m not saying how long I stood and debated my options. Right on 15th? Left on 15th? Which would take me home and which would give me an unintentional extension?
A little extra exercise would be fine, but really, it was almost time for Bob’s Burgers and I really wanted to be home in time for THAT.