I'm sitting at a table outside Coffee Crossing in Jeffersonville, Indiana, having a cup of coffee before sunrise. I'm almost in sight of the Ohio River from where I sit. A flock of geese just flew by above me, in formation, honking back and forth to each other.
Today, at 1 p.m., MBA's varsity cross country team is running in the 24th annual Louisville Cross Country Classic at E.P. "Tom" Sawyer State Park. JP likes the course and, in fact, ran a 15:05 there two weeks ago in the Trinity-Valkyrie Invitational.
I drove up yesterday afternoon with JP and Gabe. Earlier in the week, I booked us at an Airbnb in Jeffersonville, Indiana, literally right across the river from Louisville. We had an excellent dinner last night at TOWN (a neighborhood pub). Really good pasta. Too much to eat in one sitting, actually.
The house is nice. Three bedrooms. Three bathrooms. A small backyard with a nice back porch and a hot tub. Nice front porch, too, where I sat out for a bit late last night, reading the new Easy Rawlins mystery, Gray Dawn (Walter Mosley). I slept well, too.
As I left the house a few minutes ago, JP was up, making scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. His plan, I think, is to go back to bed afterwards. Racing at 1 p.m. is odd for the boys, as most races are first thing in the morning. He's trying to make sure he's properly fueled, I think. Properly rested, too.
If I were industrious, I would add Indiana to my list of states I've run in by going for a 3-miler across the bridge into Louisville. Instead, I think I'll go for a walk this morning, then run tonight when we get back to Nashville. I'm at 116/156 3-mile runs for the year. On target, assuming good health the last quarter of the year.
I enjoy these quick trips out of town for races in much the same way I enjoy traveling to small towns for baseball tournaments. Getting away from Nashville. Time with one or both of boys and, sometimes, other parents. New surroundings that I likely won't see again. Finding coffee. Making a few more memories to add to the scrapbook in my head. All of it.
Jeffersonville seems to be an interesting town. Quirky and eclectic. A real downtown with several restaurants. Mixed demographically from what little I have seen. Active, with a lot of runners and cyclists. From where I am sitting, I can smell what an unkempt man just told me is basket being smoked around the corner at Ramiro's Cantina. I smelled it as soon as I got our of my truck but didn't imagine someone would be cooking this early.
The sun is rising, now, as the light reflects off the top half of Riverside Cigar Shop and Lounge across the street. More cars, more people out walking. Jeffersonville is waking up.
I just met "Elliott," a rescue boxer mix out for a walk with his owner, an interesting, kind man wearing a hoodie and missing his front teeth. Another man walked up and is talking to me about the O.J. Simpson trial. See what I mean? Eclectic.
Life is wonderful. Interesting. Beautiful.
Time to go for a walk. In Jeffersonville, Indiana.
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