Sunday runday, and sometimes I forget that most people are less inquisitive than I am.
Today we, eight of us, ran six kilometers outbound to satisfy my curiosity. I had thought I saw a new trail off on the side of the road as I passed by in my car on the freeway. I wasn’t sure. “Does anyone want to go look?”
We ran six klicks outbound, found a bit of new asphalt laid down in the fall just prior to the snowfall, and now cleaned and clear in the Sunday spring sunshine.
A new future route, but not today. Today we just turned and ran that same six klicks back to the shed.
Curiosity. Inquisitiveness. Pathfinding.
Where would these guys run without me, huh?