Well, I’m sitting here at work (Job #1) waiting for pages to be completed so we can pass them off to production (just a couple articles and some final edits to go).

All I’m thinking about, however, is that today I have to run up the hill. Twice. I’m exhausted already and the days barely started, so I’m tempted to have a nap first. That may or may not be a good idea, as falling asleep made me miss Monday’s run.
I got home close to four Monday, got a few chores taken care of and fell asleep for two hours. Upon waking and discovering that, no, I don’t have any spaghetti sauce I made a sandwich for dinner and promptly fell asleep again.

On the positive side of this small misadventure, I was fully awake through a day of work and all my classes - today is not quite the same story. From arriving at work at 8 a.m. yesterday I didn’t have a chance to rest (other than my hour on the afternoon bus) until I got home at 11 p.m.
I think work and school may start to really interfere with my running schedule.

Sunday, now Sunday was a much more interesting day. My schedule called for a 7k run, and my roomie gave me a route he promised was just about 7k, give or take. No problems there. Run down the road from our place, cut across to Prince of Wales, cross the canal and run up to Hogsback and home. Sounds simple.

I left for the run just towards the far side of dusk. It wasn’t bad setting out and I could see clearly. Eventually I turned off the main road – cutting around a closed gate – to an access road cutting through the experimental farm (this, according to the verbal directions I was given).
So I’m running along down this road and it’s going well, fewer cars means more room for me after all. By the time it ended at a T-intersection it was dark.

That’s not bad in an of itself, after all I’m in the city. I could stop where I was, in the middle of the three connecting roads, and point out the direction of the four major roads making up the block. Unfortunately, so far as I could determine, I was standing somewhere in the centre of the block, in the middle of a farm. I asked for directions.

The directions were, however vague, accurate. After turning onto a gravel drive-way type road, passing some eerily industrial-looking buildings and scaring a near-scream out of some passing walkers, I can to another intersection, and another.
I have to admit, at a couple points I was considering cutting straight through the fields. It was infuriating being able to see where I wanted to be – the cars zipping along Prince of Wales were clearly visible – but to have no idea how I was going to get there.

Had the light not fled on me, it would have been a peaceful, interesting run. As it was I had a peaceful, confusing run with a small twinge of anxiety here and there as I tried to figure out whether I was actually on public land

Needless to say I took the first access road to a busy street, which turned out to be where I wanted to get to anyway. I did skip the canal, having had my adventure with unfamiliar roads for the evening, and headed home.

In all though, upon returning home with chilled legs and cold hands (autumn approacheth) I felt pretty good about it all. Good and more than a little sore after stiffening up on the walk from the traffic lights to my front door.

So today, it’s up the hill at least twice. Perhaps another search for my waistpack – I have the bottle but can’t find the holder. I’d like to be able to take my cell on runs, longer ones especially, in case an emergency should arise.

Sunday is Thanksgiving, and another 7k run. Monday is a stat, so there will be no excuses to keep me from running then as well.

Wish me bonne chance..I may need it.