|Mile 1 from Kings Valley Highway|
My penance tonight, was 38 degrees and raining with wind. That seemed about right and fair. I took off for the Baskett Slough, with a wind at my back and light rain.I was really pleased with my weekend. 16 miles on Friday and 20 miles on Saturday and then a weekend at the coast with very fresh feeling legs. I ran out and back on Saturday, very close to dead even splits. As I was coming back on a country road just outside of town, traffic seemed unusually heavy for a Saturday morning. As I got closer to the high school, I figured out why. A local high school boy, Charley Engelfried, had died last week while wrestling. He pinned his opponent, was declared the winner and then collapsed as he was leaving the mat. He was pronounced dead soon after that, the cause, an enlarged heart. I was running passed the high school, 15 minutes before the memorial service. It seemed surreal to be nearly 50 years old, 18 easy miles into 20, running passed those on their way to mourn the death of a 17 year old boy.
|Mile 3, entering the Baskett Slough|
|A little passed mile 4, Baskett Butte trailhead.|
|Mile 5, the top of Baskett Butte, looking toward home.|
I planned this run to be hard coming back. I stopped to take pictures on the way out, with the wind at my back and daylight still in the sky. Now, with darkening clouds in front of me, and a strong wind in my face I ran strong home. Attacking the hill coming out of the Baskett Slough, checking my watch at the 2 miles to home mark. “If I hammer it, I’m home by 6:15”. Tonight, thanks in part to thoughts of my reluctance to run in the morning and thoughts of Charley and Jewelia and everything that defines us, I ran well. Tonight, I was a runner.