7K (4.3 miles)
franklin loop
34 degrees
For our annual Thanksgiving morning run, Scott and I decided to do the Franklin loop. On the way there, we stopped at his favorite spot right above the river road and the Franklin bridge. I was going to embed the photo from instagram but I can’t do that–why can’t I do that anymore? Oh well, here’s the link: Scott and Sara’s 7K
Things I Remember
- mostly people who cared and who tried to keep distance, a few who did not–the people in the tunnel at Brackett Park, the runners who took over the narrow lake street bridge and barely moved
- the soft, fuzzy (or furry?) browns of the leafless treeline, the pale blue of the river, the white sunless sky
- yard signs: Dogs for Biden, Cats for Biden
- discovering another street to take instead of the sometimes crowded path on the St. Paul side
- easy relaxed run with a conversation–what did we talk about? Do I remember any of it? Not sure but that’s okay
- running on the sidewalk by the fancy houses on the east river road
- running by a less fancy house, hearing a noise, and playing one of my new favorite games: is it a … or a …? Today’s: is it a heater or a vacuum cleaner? Last week’s: is it a chainsaw or a leaf blower?
(from 27 nov) last night and this morning, I remembered a few more things from yesterday’s run I’d like to add:
- running in the road to avoid people on the sidewalk, noticing the terrible condition of the asphalt. So many cracks and craters and dangerous divots!
- the trees on the edge of the boulevard leaving precariously towards the street
- at least 2 different groups of people thanking us for running in the street and giving them distance
- a good omen: standing at Scott’s favorite spot on the hill above the river road near the franklin bridge, hearing the distinctive clicking and clacking of a roller skier’s ski poles
- seeing (and counting) so many bright yellow shirts on bikers, one dark gray shirt with a thick horizontal yellow stripe
- hearing about Scott’s idea for a meta Christmas song: structured like the 12 days of christmas, about the 12 things that must be in all christmas songs
- admiring the majestic lion statues on pedestals–or, on plinths? I love the word plinth–in front of a equally majestic house, right above the public sidewalk
- the house that was so big we couldn’t tell right away if it were a house or an apartment and that had a crappy plastic storage shed near one side