In Delaware Park, where it seems I run nearly all of my runs, including today’s blissful 12 miler, everybody seems to know your name. Buffalo’s running community, though relatively small, is arguably among the country’s most vibrant and passionate - that according to no less than Runner’s World’s estimable Bart Yasso. And on a sunny spring afternoon like today, you will run into at least a couple of runners you know at the park, I ran into four and we had the typical runners’ conversation, ‘nice race Sunday, what are you running next, the…’ as we ran by one another. Lots of other people out, walkers, strollers, bicyclists, tennis players…
The arms and legs felt like they were recovering from Sunday’s Half, much better than during yesterday’s 9 miles. Looking at a 5k this weekend to stay sharp.
I am entirely unashamed to say that when teenaged Gerec first read Stephen King’s ‘It’ at the tender age of fourteen, I stopped walking over sewer grates (actually I crossed the road to avoid them if at all possible) for years afterwards.
I had since forgotten what utterly irrational, bone chilling horror feels like - the kind of fright that only your vivid imagination can properly bring to life. But then I watched the trailer for the new movie today and I’m just: