Glen finally texted me back yesterday in the middle of sacrament meeting. I may go to hell, but I did text him back. He aplogized for just barely seeing the text, so I asked if he wanted to go today. He said sure and asked what time. I said I'm free any time, thinking he would want to go in the afternoon. But he said he would come by my house at 6:00am to run along the Canal again.
My alarm went off at 5:00am, and I hit snooze the max amount of times. I think it was 4. Anyway, I finally dragged myself out of bed around 5:30am. I was happy to get a bowel movement, and got ready. But with just minutes to go before 6:00am, I had to go again. So Glen texted me to tell me that he was here, and I texted back saying I'd be out shortly. I had wanted to stretch out before he got here, but that didn't happen.
After stretching out for about 5 minutes, we were ready. Glen was all bundled up, and I was wearing shorts and two T-shirts. It was a little bit cold, but not too bad. I also thought that the sun would come up soon, so I didn't bring my headlamp. Glen had his. He started putting distance between us right away. I know the Floodway path pretty well, so I didn't have any problems running in the dark. Glen was still within eye sight when he crossed Greenfield. I was glad to see that he went to the right side of the Canal (which is the left side.) But once I crossed Greenfield and went through the fence, I couldn't see him anymore. It was too dark, and he was too far ahead. I looked in the Canal to make sure he hadn't fallen in. I was able to see him a couple of times as once he turned his head and I could see his headlamp, and whenever he would get to a street to cross.
When I got to a quarter of a mile away from the turn around point, I figured I'd see him coming back soon, but I never did. Right before the fence, there is a steep drop. I thought maybe he was waiting there at the fence, so I coudln't see him. Or perhaps he kept on going to Val Vista and would turn around. I stopped briefly at the fence and drank some water. Then I saw his headlamp coming back, so he had gone on to Val Vista. I started back up the small hill and was able to keep him behind me for three quarters of a mile until I got stopped by traffic at McDowell. Then we basically ran the remaining 2.85 miles back together. We didn't talk much because we were both tired. I thought he was purposely slowing down to run with me, but he was crashing just as hard as I was.