All distances are not created equal

Here in Victoria, it is rare in late October to have weather such as we have been having. Clear and warm, with a distinct lack of wind and rain. I skipped my scheduled short run yesterday as I was wiped from the day, so I figured I would tack on a couple of km's to each of the next few runs to make up for it. So that meant today was 16km. I wasn't sure what to wear as the weather was tricky, warm enough for shorts but cool by the water, the majority of my distance so long sleeve and vest? I pondered my choices as I laced up. The temperature was 14C and not a lick of wind. I knew after the first km that I had worn too much but hoped that I would need it later on. Now, just an aside here but in town now are few tourists compared to even a month ago. I reported several days ago about an old guy standing his ground on the sidewalk as I was running. I am not clear on running etiquette but I can assure you that I do my level best to stay clear of people. Today, at around 2km, as I am just getting settled into a sweet rhythm, two older couples are walking towards me with absolutely no intention of moving. I stand my ground as do they. Getting off the sidewalk here was not an option as traffic was heavy. As I got closer the old guy on the outside seemed to move towards me as I went by, moving me even farther to the left. As this happened I grabbed him around the chest and dragged him back with me a good distance. Remember I am 6'1 and 225 and he wasn't nearly as big. I held onto him so we both wouldn't fall, and I let him go as I was able to get my balance and move away. I heard some imperceptible yelling in my direction but I was a couple hundred meters away by then. I figured he learned some strange Victoria lesson. So, that is two for two, wonder what will happen the next time.
As I rounded the first corner and began to trace the waterfront, the glory of why I run hadn't been so clear in a long time. The collision long behind me, I was free to move along at a comfortable pace, basking in the warm sunshine. The km's clicked by quickly as the familiar terrain disappeared under foot. With my ipod situation seemingly under control, I made a note of time and distance and was surprised at how well I was moving, considering my last run was half the distance and slow, even for me.
I was very conscious of my thinking, especially as I headed towards Gonzales Hill, a short, very steep, two turns to the right hill that at about 10.5k into the run is really nothing more than an insult. Earlier I was thinking that the hill was hard, or something less than positive, then I remembered that I have beat that hill many, many times and it has not beat me yet, nor will it. So as I approached the monster, I just shifted a gear and headed up. I laboured near the top but keep my pace as I went over and then headed down the two tier descent towards my turn off the water. I kept my pace consistent for pretty much the rest of the run, except for missing one traffic light which postponed me for 30sec. At the end I was still very comfortable. 1:20:21 ~ 16km, 5:01 km pace. I was pretty surprised I'll have to say, as I wasn't feeling that good, or at least it didn't seem that way. I was most satisfied with my even pacing, around 19sec difference between fastest and slowest km. All in all not too bad. Tomorrow, short out and back 10km. Peace.