3.25 miles
locks and dam no 1 and back
73 degrees
humidity: 67
Typical September weather in Minneapolis: cool, then hot, then hotter. I went out for my run late because I was watching Vingegaard finally show some panache on the final, ridiculously steep, climb of the Vuelta. Perhaps the most memorable thing about the Vuelta this year were the pro-Palestinian protesters. They disrupted several of the stages, resulting in the shortening of at least 2 of them, including the individual time trial. Mostly they peacefully (I think) occupied the finish line or lined the course with Palestinian flags. A few groups were more disruptive: cutting down a tree to block the road, running down from a hill and almost hitting some of the riders, and today, blocking the road and (possibly?) tackling one of the riders. I support the protesters and their movement, even as I disagree with some of their tactics that put the riders at risk.
10 Things
- 2 runners ahead of me, one in an orange vest. when I passed them, I overheard one say to the other, only 1.3 miles left. we can do it.
- same runners, later, walking, one to the other: you go ahead, I’m walking the rest
- the wheels of a roller skier, sounding rickety and rusted — or was it the uneven asphalt?
- leaves floating in the wind, looking like flying birds
- pale blue water below
- encountering a guy with a dog: excuse me / oh — you scared me, you’re quiet / I’m sorry / no, that’s a good thing I thought: me, the running ninja
- a coxswain’s voice below — rowers!
- a small peloton on the road
- an organized run, probably a 20 miler for the upcoming marathon — participants were wearing orange vests
- the tree that was blocking most of the winchell trail has finally been moved
It was tough out there. I chanted a reminder in triples: in the heat/time on feet. Because it’s so hot, I’m not worrying about how slow I’m going, or how much of it I’m walking instead of running. It’s all about just getting out there and spending time moving.
Just discovered this book! I’m hoping I can find it in a library somewhere:
Out the front door, across the street, down the hill, and into Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx. This is how Ben Ratliff’s runs started most days of the week for about a decade. Sometimes listening to music, not always. Then, at the beginning of the pandemic, he began taking notes about what he listened to. He wondered if a body in motion, his body, was helping him to listen better to the motion in music.
Run the Song: Writing About Running About Listening/ Ben Ratliff