I spent two and a half days in New Orleans but only managed one run (thank the corporate boys for scheduling meetings from 7:30 a.m. until 9, without breaks). But Wednesday morning I hauled myself up at 5:30 a.m. (3:30 to my West Coast body) and ran with a few Scripps co-workers. The city was eerily foggy that early, exactly what I expected from the Deep South. We ran along the edge of the French Quarter, then along the Mississippi, then on a main road through downtown to the Superdome. We were standing across the street and couldn't even see the thing through the fog. I really, really, really, really would have liked to run around more of that city.
But anyway, it turned out to be my last run before Chuckanut. I felt really good actually, but running 8:30 miles helps with that. If only the rest of the week was so restful. supernova glide
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