Tonight, Samantha didn’t feel like going jogging, still being sore from the last two nights of exercise. She stayed home to watch the first presidential debate. My route took me up and over Witham Hill past the Witham Hill Oaks apartment complex where I lived with Rick F and Sean all those years ago. The place still looks exactly the same.
Down on Walnut, I passed another runner going in the opposite direction. He was doing the long grind up and over toward Harrison Boulevard. Maybe in another few nights, I’ll go out that way again. It’s been at least six months since the last time I had the time and motivation to do that route.
At the Co-Op, I stopped to buy some organic lemon juice to use in a soy sauce and lemon juice chicken dish that Samantha and I are going to cook tonight. I managed to get in and out just before they were getting ready to shut down for the night. Running back up Grant toward my house I reflected on the fact that I didn’t pass one group of drunken college students or even a house party. Where are all of the beginning of the term parties these days, anyway?
In total I ran 4.4 miles.