Saturday was rainy, so when W. called I wasn’t surprised she suggested postphoning our run. I was tired and groggy anyway.
Sunday though was gorgeous: no clouds, brisk and clear. I had a quarter bowl of flakes and a gelpack. W. called, and I was out the door. We did a gentle run down JFK, to Chain of Lakes, and then back up Middle Drive. It was an hour round trip, with a water and bathroom stop, too. I got home at 11:45am.
We talked a bit about the week, I told her about seeing Walter Murch @ sfcutters on Wednesday, she told me about seeing Dirty Harry on DVD.
I remember: the 60 yr old woman we slowly overtook on middle drive. The toddler with her leg stuck behind her bike pedal (and the training wheels) at the waterstop. The tree shorn of all its branches near 8th avenue.
Tuesday morning, and I’m out at the bus stop. A wintry sky, feathered altocumulus clouds stretched out across the sun to the east. My express bus doesn’t come, and the stop is full of people glancing in disbelief at their watches.
I cut my losses, walk to Geary, and take a cab.