on my four-miler yesterday.
First, I'm glad I was even able to do four miles yesterday. It's too hot – really – for that kind of exertion! According to national news reports I should be dead.
Obviously I'm not.
As I started yesterday's run I noticed a large orange road-work sign, and I hadn't gone too far – maybe three-quarters of a mile – when I saw a flagman. I asked him if it was safe to continue and he advised me not to get run over.
I said I'd try not to run over them. Heh. I crack myself up.
Apparently he radioed ahead to warn the workers that a pedestrian was on the loose, because one of them offered me a water bottle.
The only time I've had a water stop on one of my country-road runs was when I planted bottles along the route ahead of time.
Next time I start to have dark thoughts about road crews and tax dollars and standing around and such, I'm going to remember that nice man with that cold bottle of water. They were all nice, actually. One of them said he bet I'd make it all the way to the end of the road. I didn't tell him that road is my easy run.
He won the bet.
That run was making up for Tuesday. Today I'm supposed to do five miles, but I'm postponing it until tomorrow. It's 80 degrees and 87 percent humidity, and while I know you Florida runners deal with that regularly, this West Virginia one doesn't.
I'll be glad when summer's over.