Dripping sweat in buckets yesterday

Yes, I know. It's not a pretty sight to behold but I ran a mile and a half from work to the Nike store just so I can run another 6m with a bunch of other fanatics involved in the Nike training program. Actually, I'm not in the training program per se. I'm already running with two other running groups. I don't need to participate in a third. But there I was, dripping in sweat and looking very ragged and confused, wondering where my brother is.

The plan was to meet at the front of the Nike store, away from the growing crowd of nylon, spandex, and polyester clad people signing in. I waited and waited and wondered if the silver Honda parked in front of the store belonged to my brother. Then, he exited his vehicle. Well! I must be losing my sight due to old age.

Another half hour of standing around, pretending to look fit and athletic while Nike sales people attempted to sell us their products, before we finally headed outside with our designated pace group to start running.

We ran a block, stopped at the light, waited for traffic, ran another block, stopped at the light, and waited for traffic. This went on for a mile long stretch of city blocks until we reached the waterfront. Amazing, I clocked the first mile in 12 minutes. But then we started to pick up the pace, all 20+ of us, and ran another two miles along the piers, past the tourist spots to the Maritime Museum before looping back the way we came. With a mile to go, I looked around and I didn't see 20+ runners. I was running alone. Where did everyone go? Did I miss the turn somewhere? Am I on the correct route? I hate it when this happens. Good thing I know my hometown well.