Two Hour Run Redux

I have been an unfaithful blogger: not only has it been a long time since I've posted, but I have run for two hours--not run, really, not all the time, but for much longer than two hours--not once, but twice. The distance, as I reckon, may be nearly twelve miles round-trip. The run involves heading downhill, as usual, toward the Platte and then heading south past, in order, REI, the aquarium, the Children's Museum, the diaphragm stadium, the projects, the waving street guy at Mississippi, and--this could be out of order, but not made up--the Power Invasion Ministries. I couldn't have missed that the first time, could I? I think not: there was a renovation refuse chute coming down on one side.

The first time I got peckish on the return trip at Alameda and stopped for a Snickers--one decided advantage to running in shorts with a wallet in them. Second time no stopping as such but a more deliberate method toward running and walking: ten minutes running with three walking on the way out. This reasonably modulated into something more like ten running with five walking, or some 2:1 variant on the way back. First run: 2:39; second 2:29. There is something very fine about the feel of two aspirin and a 22 oz. Steel Reserve High Gravity beer kicking in upon the return.