We have this thing where we often try to come up with ridiculous names for our run outings. We’ll be sitting around after the run drinking coffee (we’re a “coffee crew” after all aren’t we?) There will be chatting. And then suddenly it will turn into a kinda micro-competition to come up with the most nonsense, funny-if-you-were there name for your Strava activity record. Funny as possible. Nonsense. But we all have a laugh and the conversation goes on.
Today we lost Ron — about thirty seconds into the run. So, y’know, at his suggestion I named it after him: “The Best Run With Ron Ever”
Funny… if you were there. Ha ha, amiright?
We did 11 klicks in the too-warm-for-December but still really-freaking-cold wind. A short dash down thru the trails, into the dog park, and halfway across the (still newish) footbridge.
I noted that this was the longest I’ve run in the month since the two races. I’ve been floating lazily down the icing river of my life: sore back, busy days, nearly complete renovation, and too many excuses.
The trails were quiet. Just Emma and her selfies… until the cold borked her phone and it wouldn’t turn back on. She says she doesn’t swear, but maybe she doesn’t count English words.
And then doctor of the group noted that the ice on the river reminded her of hundreds of rolled up prophylactics floating lazily down the near-freezing water. She blamed her husband, but, well, I’ve watched enough episodes of House to have a few solid stereotyped ideas about those in the medical profession.
The breeze was more than chilly: biting, really. Leon wore shorts, but his head was so thoroughly wrapped up he could have kept the sixty bucks he found on the ground and no one would have been able to identify him.
And after all that, the best among us, the guy in his seventies left us in his icy wake as we all turned back for home and he ran on into the icy winter wilderness.
See… there were a lot of clever options for names for a run like this morning if only one took the time to think it through. Ron should have kept up, I guess.