8:00 am found me at the parking lot at Turkey Mountain for an easy run on the trails. 13 friends joined in and we ultimately split into 2 groups, with a trio of speedsters taking off while I led a slower train of runners down the bunny/bomber/boner trail. (Many names for the same twisty turny route.) A coupla notes about the above pics....13 runners, 13 wearing black tights, 5 with Asics Trabuco trail runners (my faves), 3 with Pearl Izumi Syncro Seek trail runners, and all 8 pair of these trail shoes came from RunnersWorld Tulsa!!!
We ran at a conversational pace. In fact, Brian really takes the concept of "conversational pace" to heart....he never shut up!
We made our way to the end of the mountain, and then back....right at 4 miles in a little over an hour, including a few stops to let everyone catch up. We adhere to the "No Runner Left Behind" philosophy.
Then a few left for church, chores, or other engagements. The fast guys probably never stopped until they knocked out 20 miles, but the smart ones went to First Watch for breakfast! Usually get the Tri-fecta which is a very light Belgian waffle, eggs, and sausage. But this morning, I had Biscuits and gravy, eggs, and home fries. Yum. A good run, good weather, good friends, good food, good coffee. Brings a tear to the eye. (More coffee, please.)
Next for the day was another trip to Turkey Mountain this time with Dana. She got to pick the trails, and we tore down the Ho-Chi trail.
Let me preface this run with what we heard while on our morning jaunt. Some road bikers had been down on the new paved bike trail that runs at the base of Turkey and runs right by Tulsa's pride and joy....the sewer treatment plant. They told us they saw on the path what looked like some tar oozing across the trail, and they were contemplating riding or walking their bikes through it, when a loud voice from the top of a building warned them to "STOP! Don't go through that! It's $h!t!!" (Ugh....sorry you had to rad that, but hey, it was part of the day. I had to leave it out of the above happy sappy segment.) So of course, the cynical side of me wanted PICTURES!. But from the dirt trails on the mountain above the treatment plant, this was all I could get.
We ended up with another 4 miles on this run....so 8 for the day.
But later, Jessie, my daughter-in-law decided she wanted to go for a run, and this was my chance to get a little closer look of the icky sticky oohey poohey. Jess and I ran the paved bike trail right down to the scene of the crime.
Just as reported, the stuff did in fact look like tar. Not too offensive to smell, but quite a toxic looking mess.
While advancing a little closer, a gruff voice from over the fence shouted out that the path was closed, and wanted to know what we were doing there. Since the fence was between us, I told him that I was surveying the damage and taking pictures. he simmered down quickly, and assured us they were doing everything they could to contain it. (I did not see that they were doing anything at all at this particular time, but maybe they had labored earlier.)
It was when I was taking these last 2 pictures that I heard him unlocking a gate in the tall chain link fence, so we High-tailed it home. Another 4.2 miles to add to the total.
Were the Polar Bear Plunge held today in this part of the river, I would have to sit it out.
We ran at a conversational pace. In fact, Brian really takes the concept of "conversational pace" to heart....he never shut up!
We made our way to the end of the mountain, and then back....right at 4 miles in a little over an hour, including a few stops to let everyone catch up. We adhere to the "No Runner Left Behind" philosophy.
Then a few left for church, chores, or other engagements. The fast guys probably never stopped until they knocked out 20 miles, but the smart ones went to First Watch for breakfast! Usually get the Tri-fecta which is a very light Belgian waffle, eggs, and sausage. But this morning, I had Biscuits and gravy, eggs, and home fries. Yum. A good run, good weather, good friends, good food, good coffee. Brings a tear to the eye. (More coffee, please.)Next for the day was another trip to Turkey Mountain this time with Dana. She got to pick the trails, and we tore down the Ho-Chi trail.
Let me preface this run with what we heard while on our morning jaunt. Some road bikers had been down on the new paved bike trail that runs at the base of Turkey and runs right by Tulsa's pride and joy....the sewer treatment plant. They told us they saw on the path what looked like some tar oozing across the trail, and they were contemplating riding or walking their bikes through it, when a loud voice from the top of a building warned them to "STOP! Don't go through that! It's $h!t!!" (Ugh....sorry you had to rad that, but hey, it was part of the day. I had to leave it out of the above happy sappy segment.) So of course, the cynical side of me wanted PICTURES!. But from the dirt trails on the mountain above the treatment plant, this was all I could get.
We ended up with another 4 miles on this run....so 8 for the day.But later, Jessie, my daughter-in-law decided she wanted to go for a run, and this was my chance to get a little closer look of the icky sticky oohey poohey. Jess and I ran the paved bike trail right down to the scene of the crime.
Just as reported, the stuff did in fact look like tar. Not too offensive to smell, but quite a toxic looking mess.
While advancing a little closer, a gruff voice from over the fence shouted out that the path was closed, and wanted to know what we were doing there. Since the fence was between us, I told him that I was surveying the damage and taking pictures. he simmered down quickly, and assured us they were doing everything they could to contain it. (I did not see that they were doing anything at all at this particular time, but maybe they had labored earlier.)
It was when I was taking these last 2 pictures that I heard him unlocking a gate in the tall chain link fence, so we High-tailed it home. Another 4.2 miles to add to the total.
Were the Polar Bear Plunge held today in this part of the river, I would have to sit it out.
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