Work in a Run

Shannan and I once had a layover in Denver, CO. At that point in time I had never been to the Rocky Mountain State. I wanted desperately to get in a run while there. Keep in mind this was post September 11, 2001. Even still, I couldn’t deny the urge or waste the opportunity. I took my identification and boarding pass and placed them in a plastic bag, which I shoved into the leg of my sock. While Shannan remained in the gate area, I exited the airport terminal and ran for thirty three minutes around the parking lot.

I admit it wasn’t the most scenic experience I have had as a runner, but it was nice. The landscape was as expected--pavement, cars and parking decks. To my surprise, though, multitudes of jackrabbits ran about the impervious surface and took cover in the sparse shrubbery to each side. Occasionally, I felt a little bit goofy jogging in a parking lot. Several travelers shook their heads at me in disbelief.

When I had preserved The Streak, I re-entered the airport. I stopped in the restroom for a quick clean up and to get some hand towels. Of course, these bathrooms were equipped with air dryers. I continued to sweat as I moved through the security line. I knew this looked bad and felt sure I would be selected for a security check. However, I moved through with no problem whatsoever. I count myself lucky and I have no intention of ever doing that again.

Run safely.

Tom