Ride the River. . .

. . . in this boat.

A line repeated over and over in the Cale/Clapton song of that name. Had the album on the iPod, made it home just before it ended.

The weather keeps staying gorgeous. I was a bit delayed in getting out so I was "punished" by getting the full glory of the morning. Took that glory out west to Cobbs Creek and beyond to the Lansdowne Sycamore.

I felt like I was making a pilgrimage of sorts, heading out to the tree in search of something. Like traveling out to Lourdes, hoping that the powers reputed to be there will indeed have healing powers. In this case my legs can stand to be healed, as they are still sore. I thought that last year at this point, two weeks after I ran Philly Marathon, I ran a 34 and a half minute 10k on a very hilly Brian's Run course. No way that I could do that this weekend. No way. Maybe I put more of myself into CIM, or maybe I'm just a year older. Anyway, I did go by the tree and the legs weren't healed, but I did tank up on an energy the tree seems to emit (at least to me) and took that energy back home with me.

8 miles in 63:42. I'm timing my runs again. Course is here.