The Journey – 367.5 Miles:
Six miles further down the A2B Route. Leaving the Spring Valley community of west Las Vegas, the route followed Flamingo Road west through a few miles of shopping centers and strip malls. The last few miles wandered through several golf communities before ending todays run by the Arroyo Golf Club.
I recently used an online mapping tool to create some new running routes. Today I ran a new 6-mile route. Most of it was unfamiliar to me. About 3 miles of it runs through parks and greenways.
Regardless of how familiar (or not) I am with a new route, I always allow for extra time when running it for the first time. There are almost always a few surprises along the way. Today was no different.
The first surprise was when I could not find the entrance to the greenway. After a turnaround or two, I found it and was back on track.
Surprise #2 came when I discovered that my route runs up a steep and somewhat long set of stairs. I had not caught that in the mapping application.
Finally, the last 2 miles were on roads that I had driven down a number of times. However, even on the most familiar roads, the terrain is quite different on foot than when in a car. There are hills that you never realized were there. So when I came upon the steeper-than-expected uphill grade in the last mile, it threw me a little.
The good news is that once traveled, the no-longer-new route holds no more surprises. The now familiar challenges on the route become less intimidating, especially knowing that you already conquered them at least once before.
Very, very early in the morning 22 years ago today, I saw my oldest sons face for the first time. He came into the world very quiet and blinking.
As I ran this morning, I replayed in my mind a steady stream of scenes from the past 22 years. They made me smile, laugh, and shed a few tears.
I look at my son now and my heart overflows with love and pride. He is tall, strong, and handsome. I watch and admire him for his focus, determination, and work ethic. He is a much better young man than I was at that age. I am proud of him.
At a family reunion this past summer, I got to watch him play and laugh with his sisters and brother. I appreciated how he took time with his cousins, especially the younger ones. I love those moments.
I am more than grateful for this young man that I get to call son. I am even happier that I get to be his Dad!
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