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Saturday, February 09, 2008
Saturday Run
The legs were a little sore after Thursday’s 12.5 miles of up-and-down in the Berkeley Hills, but the siren call of temperatures edging past 50—actually, we gave 60 a run for its money—could not be resisted. It was the usual shenanigans: through the east side neighborhoods (Center, Mt. Tabor, Laurelhurst, Hawthorne and Buckman) to the river, then three loops along the waterfront, crossing the Steel Bridge westbound and the Hawthorne eastbound. Gazillions of walkers, cyclists, joggers and dogs were out, crowding the esplanade, but everyone got along so far as I could see. Clearly, the weather had the populace in a friendly mood. Not that it was gloriously sunny, though the sun did shine now and again. Mostly, it was a day to be cherished for what it wasn’t: gray, drippy and chilly. The run: 2 hours, 24 minutes; 16.3 miles (just under 9 minute/mile pace).
The legs were a little sore after Thursday’s 12.5 miles of up-and-down in the Berkeley Hills, but the siren call of temperatures edging past 50—actually, we gave 60 a run for its money—could not be resisted. It was the usual shenanigans: through the east side neighborhoods (Center, Mt. Tabor, Laurelhurst, Hawthorne and Buckman) to the river, then three loops along the waterfront, crossing the Steel Bridge westbound and the Hawthorne eastbound. Gazillions of walkers, cyclists, joggers and dogs were out, crowding the esplanade, but everyone got along so far as I could see. Clearly, the weather had the populace in a friendly mood. Not that it was gloriously sunny, though the sun did shine now and again. Mostly, it was a day to be cherished for what it wasn’t: gray, drippy and chilly. The run: 2 hours, 24 minutes; 16.3 miles (just under 9 minute/mile pace).
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