3.1
trestle turn around
60 degrees
Hooray for (slightly) cooler weather! And hooray for legs that let me go out to the gorge this morning! I love fall running, almost as much as winter running, but not quite. Today I was able to greet Dave, the Daily Walker and run a 5k without wanting to stop. It was windy. Not a helpful wind that pushes me along, but a frustrating wind that is always in my face.
No playlist today. Instead, I listened to the wind and a buzzing sound coming from somewhere below the lake street bridge.
10 Things
- the slap of a runner’s feet as she ran past me
- a bright circle of white light through the trees — the river
- overheard: some of those hills are ____? Didn’t get to hear the ending
- running north, it is still mostly green
- encountered: a few runners, some bikers, walkers with and without dogs, a big stroller
- one runner’s gait: smooth, strong, steady feet up and down up and down
- another runner’s gait: jerky with flailing arms
- and one more runner’s gait: fast with quick thuds as their feet pounded the pavement
- a buzz below — was it a weed whacker? leaf blower? a much bigger machine?
- the ravine between the 34th and 35th street parking lots is thick with green. Still no view of the black iron fence or the limestone ledge below it
I don’t remember hearing any birds or dripping water or roller skier’s poles. No fat tires or radios or rowers. Only a quick view of the river. A few yellow leaves, some red. No orange.