I wanted a longer run today, but I've stuck just doing my 2.5 miles for the last couple of weeks. My heart told me I could do it, but would my body? I was doing my stretch routine when I saw three people running down the street. It was my neighbors and members of my ward, the Ray's and their 10 year old daughter. I finished stretching shortly after they were gone and I was able to see that they had turned south down the RWCD path. I went north up the Floodway path, which merges into the RWCD path right before the 1 mile mark. I saw some of the regulars that I see when I venture this far north. I saw this lady that always wears this bright neon yellow tank top. It reminds me of the 80's. And I love it. I saw the guy that runs with his arms down. I bet he had a stroke. From now on I'll call him Stroker's Ace. That's probably offensive. I also saw the Well's Fargo stagecoach guy. But I don't think it was him. Maybe a brother or a son? The run was nice. The weather was beautiful. I felt decent, but I'm glad I turned around when I got to McDowell. 5.7 was just about right.