Jeff has a 4.5 miles route that he runs around campus. A simple four times around, and bingo, you've got your 18 miles. Since this was the longest run Jeff has had to go on thus far, I told him that I would meet him for the last lap.
The good thing, it was a beautiful day and the loop has some nice scenery. However, from Jeff's point of view, the scenery isn't as nice the fourth time around.
When we finally finished and began to walk, poor Jeff was having difficulty just doing that. He debated taking the elevator to go down one story to get his clothes. He didn't, but it took quite a while for him to get down the stairs.
Beyond that, in the past few months, I have noticed that if Jeff runs more than, say, eight miles on a given day, he is as good as a chopped liver for the rest of the day. I certainly expected the twenty miles to cripple him for the remainder of the day. I pictured it going somewhat like this: laying on the couch watching basketball, dozing off for a while, and then ordering dinner due to being too tired to go out.
You can imagine my surprise when he said he wanted to go out for dinner. We could watch the games at the restaurant. Of course, I was all over this, however somewhat reluctant that that was really going to happen.
We did make it out. Jeff, barely, but he did. Thank goodness the back steps have a railing, and thank goodness I picked him up right at the walkway. As Jeff hobbled into the restaurant, an old lady with a walker cut us off, beating us to the door. We got there in time to both eat her dust and hold the door for her. While doing so, Jeff had his most honest moment, as he blurted out, "I sure could use one of those right now!"
There was no doubt about it that I was thinking the same thing. Lucky for Jeff, today he wasn't walking quite like an 80 year old!
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