Sunday. Still tired from yesterday’s dehydrating midday heat wave hill run through Griffith Park, today was a somewhat plodding 12.5 miler out my door, down the hill, Allesandro to Riverside to Fletcher, LA River bike path to the end and then some, back through Griffith Park and Riverside, with an official end at the bottom of the hill that, a steep 3/4 of a mile later, reaches my door. Walking that hill is a bitch on tired legs. Running it? Naw. The special part about this run is a mile long stretch of Riverside that I’d never run before, which means I got to see a coolly ghetto-ish chunk of my immediate neighborhood in a way I’d never seen it. This will be a camera run soon. I am now officially training again. I have decided that my foot is in good shape.
Wednesday. A tempo run, sorta, down the new and not-yet-opened part of the LA River Bikepath that goes through Frogtown. This was a nice run except for one thing: IT STANK. For real.
As I came to the end of the speed part, pretty much gasping for air, I hit the urinal cake factory, which wasn’t opened when I passed it heading out, and sucked in the lung, gut, nostril and serenity searing stench of stale urinals. I did not know how to react.
Reaction #1: get the fuck outta there and stop breathing in urinal cakes asap…but that means gasping for breath when the air is 50% ammonia.
Reaction #2: slow down, breath gently, ease away from the urinal cakes factory, but that means more time breathing ammonia.
Reaction #3: stand perfectly still while the gears in my brain are frozen due to indecision.
I cycled through the three responses in reverse order.
A few minutes later, game to try a slight detour, I ran through a raw sewage spill on Ripple. This was a morning of thoroughly unpleasant odors all related to human waste. Yikes. Aside from that, it was a pretty good run.