Anyway... my run on Friday turned out to be pretty good, although my indecisiveness made out for a longer run than originally anticipated. At the 4 mile bridge (to make an 8 miler) I actually stopped for a bit and thought about turning. Coincidentally a man decided it would be a good time to come up and talk to the kids and me and tell me his whole life story... about how he'll be 60 on November 4th and that he has two girls, one of which works two jobs (who he seemed quite proud of) and another who goes to school full time at the university (who surprisingly he didn't seem to approve of as much)... told you it was his life story, in which he concluded with the need for a cigarette. After assuring him that smoking didn't much help my running and that I was fresh out of cigs, I opted to continue on my merry way instead of making the turn (and following him). Plus I was feeling good (the kids were sound asleep) and decided I could better benefit from a longer run.
So, about a mile before the bridge at 6 miles, to make my 12 mile loop, I ran into this...
which led to more indecision. Should I press onward and see how "closed" the path really was? Should I turn around and make my 12 loop into a 10 mile out and back? Should I take the detour? Decisions, decisions, decisions. I opted to press onward through the blockade... (aren't fences meant to be climbed?) until I came to a second path closed sign (I guess for people like me that didn't believe the first one?) and decided I best turn around.
I really didn't want to do an out and back though, I wanted to cross the river, so I took my chances on the detour. Outside of adding an extra mile to my run and making me run along a busy, dirty, full of yucky stuff road, the detour wasn't all that bad and the rest of the run was pretty uneventful. Although I did pick up a hitchhiker. This little guy hung out on the stroller for a good 2 miles (at least that's when I stopped checking to see if he was still there)... guess he also wanted to be on the other side of the river.