Red Flags = No Outlet?

To keep the interest, I changed the scenery a bit for our first July run on Sunday, July 3 at 7:30pm.

We had already been to church, ate brunch, waited out a storm playing with friends, swimming and cooking out with friends. It was hot and my headache was finally gone so tired was definitely in our vocabulary this evening.

Dad and little brother dropped us off at another neighborhood down the "big" road since this one was too far to cross and walk.

Here we are before our run and I told Evan to remember this sign so we don't get lost but it is rather ironic now:

He already looks nervous, doesn't he?

We head down the road, turning right and start talking about the different houses. I keep Evan on the inside since cars drive faster through here than our neighborhood = red flag one!

Meanwhile, Evan stops and leans over with a side stitch = red flag two! Unfortunately, I am "in the groove" at a most awesome pace and no headache! I jog in place, turn around and jog in place. Evan is still standing there.

I tell him to walk a little, run a little. He stops again. I jog in place again. The lady that was way behind us catches up and passes so I start walking with Evan while he starts imagining that we are at...

Bristol Motor Speedway but then decides it must be more like Pocono Speedway since I estimate that the road we are on circles about 1.5 miles. He quickly points out that neither have the hills that this road has until he sees dog number one = red flag three!

Dog number one has a collar but it is wandering back and forth across the street. We turn around and head back the way we came. In between speedway talk, we see more speedy cars, one sheriff's deputy car, one city police car = red flag four.

We arrive back at the sign, i.e. pickup location, with no sign of Dad and little brother. Not wanting to wait, we start walking along the "big" road where dogs number two and three greet us = red flag five.

At this point, I am just ready to get home. The owner calls for the dogs who didn't touch us, thankfully. Dad and little brother pick up Evan at the bottom of the first hill in our neighborhood and I sprint home.

Side stitches, dogs, police cars, speedy cars = five red flags = one wild run at:

Time: 33:09
Distance: 1.465
Calories: 88.9
Steps: 3576
Pace: 0.6


Happy Running!