Long run

I ran 9.2 miles around Palo Alto today, breaking in two new vile and expensive pieces of foam purchased recently from a sporting goods store and revisiting haunts from the last two years of high school and the first two years of college. I stood alongside Florence Moore Hall and wondered from which of the windows I used to catch a keyring to let myself in. Couldn't remember. Frenchman's Road--for what frog is this place named? Where the hell did all this eucalyptus come from? There were too many questions, and no answers from this stillest of pre-Christmas nights. The distance and schmaltz made my legs ache.