11 miles around the park and in the neighborhood, through the bustling Friday night crowd, with some light mist along the way. These 9 – 12 mile easy runs are my favorite – long enough to get the heart going but not enough to knock me off my feet afterwards.
Still can’t get over running with deer for a mile during last Sunday’s race. Realizing that this was quintessential Magic Realism – the fantastical that occurs in real life, almost ‘matter of fact’-ly. For that instant I was in a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel…
Hope you encounter your Magic Realism this evening.