I’m sure nearly ever runner at some point in their life has subscribed to Runner’s World Magazine. One of their features in every issue is a section entitled Rave Run where a scenic locale is selected to feature for running purposes. Although I’m sure my little slice of paradise wouldn’t make the cut, I am grateful each day that I get to pound the pavement along the lake shore. Today, I decided that instead of making my workout about distance, time, pace…basically, all those data-ish numbers that I sometimes get caught up with…I was going to simply visit all my favorite spots around town.
It was wonderful. The miles ticked by so quickly and I didn’t even notice the humidity until I finished (and discovered that my shirt looked like I’d jumped into a swimming pool. #sweatypeopleproblems).
Ye Olde Bike Trail. May the powerlines guide you and keep you safe.
Passing across the pedestrian bridge and I can still hear the marching band practicing.
Crossing the Huron River you can see the giant steamer boats. Still docked. Are they ever leaving? The world may never know. Maybe they’ll live here too.
Even all the goose and seagull shit can’t take away from the fact that this is a beautiful day and a beautiful view. I am sure I now have souvenir shoe patties of shit.
The Boat Basin. One of my favorite locations. Makes me want a boat until I remember that requires money and time in vast quantities. I have neither.
The pier. I could sit here and think my day away. One day I’ll traipse out to the Lighthouse, I can’t believe I have yet to make it there.
A view of the Bay.
Before I knew it, 6 miles had come and passed. I felt good, even if I was fighting the sweet feeling of swamp ass.
How’s that for #LakeErieLove?