4.6 miles
franklin hill turn around
56! degrees
What a beautiful morning. Feels like fall and that’s fine with me. I’m ready for cooler mornings, softer light, crackling leaves. I felt good on my run. Relaxed, not sore, happy. Didn’t see the river much because of the thick leaves.
Ran north listening to my footfalls, the birds, a dog barking down below on the trail that winds right beside the river, the clicking and clacking of ski pools, someone talking on the phone in a language other than english. Turned around at the bottom of the hill and kept running until I reached the franklin bridge. Then I put in my headphones and listened to The Wiz as I ran back.
Before I started running again, an older woman stopped me and said:
You run just like this guy that I see near 40th. Same high arm carriage and erect posture. Looks like you run about the same pace too. He’s cute.
Wow.
10 Things
- Mr. Morning!
- 2 roller skiers climbing the franklin hill — click clack click clack
- 2 piles of stones stacked on the ancient boulder
- a barking dog below the tunnel of trees
- one runner ahead of me wearing a bright yellowish-green shirt
- another runner approaching me in bright yellowish-green shorts
- overheard from a biker: riding in a junior peloton…they can’t control themselves
- shshsh — sandy grit under my feet
- goldenrod along the side of the trail
- a runner with a slow, shuffling step, carrying a CamelBak — marathon training?