A conversation between Sun Runner and myself got me thinking about those miles that are close to “home.” For me, those miles are a 1.5M stretch shaped like a candy cane that lead from Buck and Bunny’s old house to a main road, where I could then proceed to run South, East, or West for any number of miles. But that first stretch out, and that turn back onto that stretch are significant to me. Those miles carry more of a sense of “home” to me than any other miles I can think of.
I could run those miles with my eyes closed. The trees create a perfect canopy, there is little traffic, and the hills are rolling. In fact, I used to name the hills. Heading out from my home: the first and biggest hill was called “the sledgehammer,” the next set of three quick hills were called “the dragon’s back,” and the final medium hill was called “the bounce.” (Disclaimer: I didn’t say the names were cool, or that I was cool for naming them. In fact, I’m positive I wasn’t cool.) Yet, I still name hills to this day.
And now, I am inspired to make a trip back to those old stomping grounds, and to run them once more before the Bayshore Marathon.
Do you have any miles that seem like “home” to you? Or, do you give nicknames to parts of your runs?