I knew the Corporate Challenge in Richardson had started. How could I not? The signs for various events hang from light posts all over my neighborhood. Apparently though, I’d subliminally skipped those announcing the Sunday morning bike race.
So when I left my house this early this morning, turning west on Campbell Road (which tends to be eerily quiet at that hour), I was jolted out of my running zone by a parked police car in the middle of the street. Then I noticed dozens (hundreds?) of orange cones. Then headlights after headlights of cars.
And finally, ah, yes, the cyclists. Initially, there were one or two lone riders, their upper bodies bent parallel to the ground, their numbers attached to their handlebars. Then I saw more of them, some still alone or with a partner; others in groups of three, still others in a pack.
I turned north and began a kind of zigzag; Sundays are my days to run long, and every extra step, every changed direction, get me closer to my goal. By the time I reached Renner Road — the opposite side of the bike-route rectangle — there was an all but solid stream of cyclists. Some were riding professional looking road bikes; others, mountain bikes. I saw one woman on what looked like a Schwinn from my childhood.
In the last year, I’ve run all but maybe five miles by myself. That’s AOK, most truly. Still, seeing the cyclists and hearing bits of their conversations made me feel just the teeniest bit of wistful. Mostly though, I couldn’t help but smile at them, waving and periodically shouting good-luck encouragement.
When I reached my house, I realized my run today had been longer and slower than I’d planned, which caught me a bit by surprise. Now, as I look back almost a half-day later, I think there was quite possibly a reason for that.
So for the whooshing of bike tires…for silence-breaking sentence snippets…for dawn shared with strangers…The Grateful Runner says thank you.