One way? Did Gail come by with the car to pick you up?
Given the climb, I think it was a pretty good effort. Now if you can just double that distance every day for a few weeks, you'll be golden.
I figured I hadn't run for several months, so best to try anything fancy, like turns. :-)
Stopped, ambled back to the car. Gail was wondering the same thing as you -- why hadn't I done 30 seconds out and 30 back?
But, also, in the back of my mind was a scene during my morning ride. I could see a couple of cop cars and an ambulance ahead of me, seemed to be parked in front of the house of a fellow I know, a doctor, really nice fellow, a runner when he was younger, now in his 90s and getting very frail.
I feared the worst. It wasn't that, but still. They were there for him. He was sitting at the end of the driveway, had a bandage wrapped around the the upper part of his head. I stopped, asked one of the cops if he was OK. It seemed he was going out to get the mail, lost his balance, and crashed. Seemed mostly OK, but also seemed likely he would need to be checked out.
I called over to him, Russ, you OK?
He looked up, saw me, big smile on his face. We had a brief exchange, then I figured best not bother him any more, let the pros do their thing. Told the EMT that Russ was one of Sunderland's finest, take good care of him.
So, never know when a crash is coming. If I run again in the near future, maybe I'll try a turn. Got to be careful.