Saturday morning, I went out the door with some sense of purpose... obtain running shoes. I wouldn't be setting myself up to win at exercising if I went out in my clapped-out $27 shoes from 2008 Run Club.
I hate shopping for things other than beer and groceries. Being around so many other people who seem to be doing it as some form of recreational rainy day activity makes me want to club a baby seal.
Anyways, after much consternation and jogging about in the aisles, I came home with these:
I woke up Sunday to a surprise... other than terribly sore legs... which really weren't a surprise. Rocky River Trail was open, despite the rain forest that Charlotte has been for the past seven, eight or nine days. Certain people will mention that "Poston Park never closes," but whatever. It's just a bit further than I want to drive (and other assorted excuses).
It wasn't easy getting out the door. Trying to figure out what it is I wear when I ride at 50 something degrees. Ignoring the rain that was on the radar. Making sure all the sharp objects were out of my unattended 13 year old's reach. Making sure all the fire making implements were out of my unattended 13 year old's reach. Making sure the internet was out of my unattended 13 year old's reach.
I have mentioned my love/hate relationship with this place in the past. It has some steep climbs that just kill me on a 32Xanything I'd run local, too short to walk, too long to not blow a kidney out my anus. Some people actually like single speeding out there. Not me. But on gears? Never tried it before.
I finally made peace with Rocky River AKA Steve's Place. I thoroughly enjoyed keeping my kidneys on my inside and getting a dirt ride in on a weekend that I thought would be dirt-free.
And I'm still sore today, but it's raining. Maybe I'll just run tomorrow.