So here I am in Arizona, prepping for the Lost Dutchman Marathon in the depths of a desert winter… the last two days have been 70 degrees! The next few days will be cooler and there is a chance of rain, but the break from winter in Colorado has been sheer bliss.
Anyway, the neighborhood I am staying in is out on the edge of town and the properties are a few acres in size. Running is pleasant and scenic and surprisingly hilly. Also, many of the streets in this sub division are named the same – with DR, PL, CT, LN, AVE, WAY and RD attached at the end. Someone ran out of inspiration, I guess. In the winding, twisting maze of similarly named streets, there is one that stands out all on its own. I kid you not… Sesame Street. And though the last time I watched that show and heard that song must have been more than 25 years ago, the chorus was my constant companion yesterday as I ran my pre marathon training miles and looked for that very street. And I found it. And I ran down it. No Cookie Monster, Big Bird or Oscar the Grouch popped up out of the cactus to cheer me on but I didn’t really need them as I ran against the backdrop of the Catalina Mountains under a blazing blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds.
The elevation is lower here, which means that once more I can chew the air and breathe deep without feeling a sharp stab in my lungs.
So tomorrow we head up to Apache Junction and take care of the details for marathon #2. All I ask is for a window in the rain forecast and a comfortable run down the canyon.