Greetings! Out of no where, I felt a pain, very reminiscent of plantar fasciitis, on the outer side of my right foot. I understand there is a facilities tension there. Nonetheless, I didn’t let this little nuisance stop me from enjoying a 30 plus minute run in Florence, AL. We were there on a weekend trip to tour a Frank Lloyd Wright house, Helen Keller’s Home and Pope’s Tavern.

Our tourist stops proved much more engaging than the short run I had before the dawn’s early light. Our hotel was right in the middle of a retail district. Rather than run along a multilane highway, I slipped off down a street behind the shopping centers. This allowed for a small glimpse of the rural community that existed before the plazas began breaking ground. It was a quiet morning and a terrific temperature.  I cruised along nearly in a meditative state. That was good and bad.

The good: it was very relaxing. The bad: I almost got lost as the winding road spit me back out in front of some retail establishments. The parking lots all look the same. I thought I was closer to the hotel than was actually the case.  I soon figured out the reality of the situation and picked up the pace to get back to the room in time to start the day of touring.

The best news came as I forgot about the pain in my foot until the next morning, when the ache returned, somewhat angrily.

Travel. Tour. Run.

Tom