I planned to run somewhere around 12 miles for Saturday's long run, but due to the steamy temps and my tired legs, I ended somewhere in the 11 mile range including a few walking intervals. Saturday's saving grace was a running buddy who kept me entertained with explanations of cultural theory and a goal setting session for our thirties. We wondered...how to be glamorous thirty year-olds on a budget?
We passed a family placing a red wagon and cute blue chair out on the curb. We confirmed that the goods were free and convinced the family to put the goods in their backyard so we could grab them post-run. If only folks were leaving little black dresses and kate spade bags curbside...
Sunday was an easy five mile run to stretch out my legs after Saturday's slog. I like to go out with Misha on Sunday am's since we often aren't together anymore in the mornings. Misha likes to be my coach, smile at me, and look around as we cruise around River Road.
This Sunday, we passed this neighbor kid who offered free lemonade much to the dismay of a second for-profit lemonade stand across the street. I first encountered this do-gooder during my warm up. He encouraged me to stop, "Just a friendly cup of free lemonade...just a neighborly cup!" he advertised. I promised I would stop on the way home if he was still there.
Sure enough, buddy boy was at his corner (now with watermelon too!). I told him I was ready to take him up on the offer. He was pretty pumped. We talked business. Apparently, the market was low. He was thinking of setting up shop on river road when "that big race happens." "You mean the Twin Cities Marathon?" I told him he would have a lot of takers then. We talked education. He recommended his school. "How do you like it?" I asked. "It's good. It has a pool," he said. "Cool." I told him that Misha wasn't ready for school yet but he is a good running coach. The kid cheerfully enthused, "He's the team mascot!"
|Misha and I on Franklin Bridge on a cloudy Sunday run.|