I signed on to do Fleet Feet’s fall marathon training program again. This morning was our first run — an easy six-mile out-and-back along the river trail. (Well, as easy as six miles can be when it’s 82 degrees out at 6:30 a.m., with a heat index of 87.) Part of the group is training for Chicago, and the rest of us are training for the Route 66 Marathon, which will be here in Tulsa in November.
I saw a couple of enormous herons standing in the shallows as we ran alongside the river. Gorgeous creatures.
Some things never change. I started the run by jogging alongside my coach, Paul, who is a real sweetheart. Paul started the run by telling me I was going too fast. It’s hilarious to think I could be running “too fast,” but I get with a group and my pace sort of picks up on its own.
We passed my friend Fred from church on our way out. Fred is the sort of person who would be worth his weight in gold on a long run, because I have never seen him without a smile on his face — the kind of smile that makes everybody around him smile, too.
I’m smiling at the thought of going back to bed for another hour before I get up and drag Ron out for breakfast. I’m thinking oatmeal at the Blue Dome Diner, over on the old alignment of Route 66 downtown. They have great oatmeal — not mushy or pasty, but just barely moist, with raisins and nuts and brown sugar in it. I’m still trying to figure out the proportions so I can make my oatmeal come out like that at home.
Hope you’re starting your weekend with pretty sunshine, friendly smiles, and a just-exactly-right breakfast, too.