Day 3,429—the Bridge Tour—

“One for the bridge tour!” I hear myself saying this as I get on an imaginary tour that takes me across six different bridges, all crossing Highway 44. It is the kind of day that I could run for hours; it is nice and windy, and there is good energy in the air. I wave to people as they walk outside. I see a few runners stopping and taking pictures, like me.

         I feel guilty for not doing more, but I would feel even more guilty if I left my wife for the kids any longer. I want to start doing a second run at night.