6 miles
hidden falls overlook
40 degrees
Sun! Warmer (but not too warm) air! An open view! And 6 miles! A good run. I’m tired now and my legs are sore, but I felt strong and light and full of energy at the end.
10 Things
- click scrape scrape click — a roller skier’s poles approaching from behind
- one roller skier bundled up, another in shorts
- running beside 2 roller skiers, one of them listening to the other express concern/frustration about some part of his ski not locking in right
- a mini peloton on the road — 10 bikes?
- small scales on the surface of the gray water
- a serpentine of big cracks and asphalt erupting on the st. paul path
- the small building above the hydroelectric plant on the st. paul side is spray-painted bright pink
- the gentle trickle of water over the rocks at hidden falls
- a bad heavy metal hair band anthem blasting out of the window of a white car
- not a wide open view — too many thin branches — but the feeling of openness and air on the st. paul side
Thought about my rock, river, and air chants as I ran. Recited (in my head) as much of the rock one as I could remember. Liked the groove I fell into as I chanted
poet’s clock
poet’s clock
poet’s clock
this big rock
Finishing up the run, I felt strong and fast and proud as I thought about all the work I’ve put in over more than a decade of coming to the gorge at least 3 or 4 times a week, sometimes more, and running and noticing and writing.