January 31st, 2011
Yesterday I met Ashley in Sewickley for a run. I had 12 miles planned, but Ashley just recovered from a chest cold and I the stomach flu, and I also forgot my Garmin, so we decided to run for an hour and a half. We knew we’d be under 12 miles, but still would log a decent distance.
What we didn’t know what that we’d also have quite an interesting run.
First of all, Ashley planned to take us on a route that she had rode on her bike once. What she forgot was that it was an extremely winding road with terrible visibility. I’m usually up for adventure, so running on the yellow line around curves was actually kind of fun—but I don’t recommend it.
Then we needed to make a potty stop. And because it was freezing out, the idea of trudging through the snow to a hidden grouping of trees wasn’t our first choice—not that pooping outside ever is. Thankfully (maybe?), we stumbled along this:
That’s a bathroom. In the middle of a random park. In the dead of winter. Ashley commented that it looked straight out of a horror story, but she braved it any way. And toilet paper? Nope. I think she found an old, shady pack of baby wipes though. I’ll check on her later to see how she’s feeling. But she did survive (that is her walking out of the bathroom in the picture).
A little bit down the road we started to hear really loud music, and when we rounded one turn, we saw something that I can only describe as a back woods BLOCK PARTY in someone’s front yard. There were about a dozen people out with lawn chairs, a bonfire, grilling food and blasting the Rolling Stones.
I made a comment about how crazy they were, but quickly realized that we are the two that were lightly dressed, running lots of miles on unsafe back roads in freezing temperatures. Hmm… second thought about who the crazy ones are.
Our next adventure came in the form of a celebrity sighting…well, we think.
That’s right. Driving around Sewickley. Ashley and I were just scheming on taking some serious fall in front of Lemieux’s house and asking for help whenever we saw Crosby’s car (Ashley’s seen him in it before) a block down the road. Obviously we picked up our pace hoping to put our plan into play in front of his car. But we were too slow.
Oh well. We comforted ourselves by taking our route to check out the hours on the Fro Yo place (that I just discovered) so we can have a girl-date there. And after the run I made a pit stop for me and Dave, which we ate during the NHL All Star game.
A long run, Sidney Crosby and Fro Yo?!
Best. Run. Ever.