Last night, for the first time in a very long time indeed, I decided to run after dinner.
As mentioned on Tuesday, North Carolina has been granted a brief break from the blistering summer heat. Weather forecasts indicate that this sweet respite will be drawing to a close, so despite desires to open another Stella, I changed into my (freshly washed and dried!) running gear and headed out.
Only two unpleasant things about this run: 1) the post-yoga pain in my shoulder and 2) the fire in my stomach from the spicy stir-fry I made for dinner.
But everything else was lovely. Everyone spilled into the streets, enjoying the perfect weather. Two middle-aged women, perched atop their bikes, chatting at the corner; two twin boys tearing around their fenced-in yard - "Hi!" "Hi, lady!" - with their multiple dogs on their heels; so many houses smelling of grilled pork.
Miles 229-232: sunset run, neighborhood living at its finest.
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