Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I ran home from the airport.
It's not often that you can say that, at least, not when talking about the airports that most people typically frequent. But, in San Angelo, it's possible to live the dream (assuming your dream is running home from the airport).
A few weeks ago, I flew into San Angelo earlier than usual so that I could get down in time to take Hannah out for her birthday dinner and to the rodeo. It's less than a six-mile trip from our house to the airport, so I went the fun route rather than taking a cab.
More exciting (for me anyway) is the fact that I was actually able to run. That's the first time I've gotten in more than a few minutes at a time in 12 weeks. So, after a gradual build up, I'm back on the training plan.
That's an Apache in the background. Must be the Army's. Or a really eccentric rancher's.
After taking this picture on the move, I decided to stop running for the rest of the photos.
This is the power plant (or the water treatment plant... or something like that).