new perspectives

I ran with a friend I haven't run with in for-ev-or yesterday.

What can I say? 

I was feeling like I had to step it up after R. went running after boot camp.

So I pretended like I was in high school (or still on my college crew team) and went for the two a day.

Aside from the momentary 

"where the hell are we?"/ "I think we have to go that way..." incidents,

it was a quiet run down streets I don't usually run on, though they are just a block or so away from ones I do usually run on. 

Which provides reason # three hundered zillion why I love running: new perspectives.

Only a block away from me: new houses, old houses; people wandering the street, lost; 

a runner, looking comfortable; lots of cars parked on the street; 

a car speeding (and I mean oh-my-I- thought-I was- gonna-get- run-over- by-sound fast), 

trash; dogs barking behind fences.

We covered five miles before I realized it.

I was hoping for a new perspective this morning when I rolled over, dizzy.

Not the perspective I was looking for!

I wanted to know how I'd feel after working out the morning after running the previous night.

I guess that one will have to wait. 

It feels God-awful.

I went back to bed.

Once this head fog dissapaites, I look forward to checking out more of my hood. 

I'm laughing at myself because I've lived here for over 10 years & am still discovering new things.

But I suppose this is a good thing, ya know?