5 miles
minnehaha park and back
34 degrees / fog / humidity: 94%
Almost all of the snow, which wasn’t much to begin with, is gone. The ice, too. Hardly any wind, but plenty of moisture — the trail, the air, my face. Ran past the falls and John Stevens’ house to the VA bridge, then turned around and ran beside the falls. Stopped at my favorite spot to admire the falls, which were gushing. Put in “Billie Eilish” playlist and ran home.
10 Things
- mostly bare grass — the only snow were little mounds where the walking path split off from the biking path
- the creek water was fast and steel gray
- heard the train bells from across the road, then the horn tapping twice — beep beep
- car lights cutting through the mist/fog
- an older man pushing an empty wheelchair on the path
- glancing down at the Winchell trail north of 38th street, seeing two people walking on a part near the edge, high above the water
- I just wrote gray sky, no sun or shadows, but then I remembered there were a few patches of blue sky
- overheard: one woman walker to another — ptsd, trump, spend time with family
- smiling and waving to people I encountered — one good morning to another runner
- a man and a woman stopped at the edge of the walkway down to the bridge over the falls looking at something on a phone — I finally got it! Its back at my apartment
For the past 3 days, Scott, FWA, RJP, and I were up in Duluth. Very mild — no snow, no wind, no waves, some drizzle. Lake Superior was beautiful, especially the first night. While we were gone, I didn’t run. Today was my first day back since Thursday. My left hip is sore after the run. I should take more of a break.
I’m returning to my “Ars Poetica” poem and wanting to use this bit from Kafka for inspiration:
According to the second, Prometheus, goaded by the pain of the tearing beaks, pressed himself deeper and deeper into the rock until he became one with it.
Not becoming one with the gorge, but striving to press deeper and deeper into it, to leave a trace/mark on it, and be marked by it.