Many runners on the promenade.
It
seemed like everyone was out on Saturday
in
light of what was forecast for Sunday.
Alone
or in groups and sometimes with dogs.
Many
different routes were chosen.
Particularly
bumping out in different places
as
we passed and repassed a social
group
of three.
One
of them very focused on precision,
speaking of very specific distances,
like
having 0.05 miles to go
and covering 3.52 miles.
Multiple colors in the sky.
We
began in the pre-sunrise dark.
We
encountered a photographer on the edge
of
the inner harbor
awaiting
the perfect shot.
We
talked about seeing the deep pink rising in the sky
with
a patch of peach to the upper right
amidst
the clouds on the horizon as we left
the
inner harbor passing the Rusty Scupper.
The
sky had turned mostly gray with clouds
by
the time we were headed back to finish.
Varying levels of wind.
For
a while I thought there was little.
But
then we faced a moderately stiff wind
as
we ran due north.
We
hit that several times on the way back,
but
it was nowhere near the intensity
of
the two days before
and we just ran through
and I never wished for a wind breaker.
Many points of conversation.
We
touched on many positive topics as we started.
But
when our speed increased the conversation slowed.
Making sense of life.
Us
and the other runners.
Experiencing
variation
and responding with adaptation
in ways that apply generally.
