Relief. for 1 day.
in the form of a nice 1 hour 12 minute run.
Such a beautiful place to run it was. Beginning in a small parking lot just a stone throw away from the I-70 (literally, as some gravel could have flung itself from the tires of a Wal-Mart truck to my location) and followed a creek past a mental institution/minimum security prison (oh yes, I could see people lifting weights through fence; luckily there were no people pummeling the hanging punching bags near the fence!) and down a windy trail leading under I-70 (past the bums drying flannel shirts on sewer grates and abandoned ROSS shopping carts) Suddenly I popped out into this lovely concrete drainage ditch whose walls extended several times my height. Finally I decided to turn around when I hit a road.