32 degrees
mississippi river road walking path
A beautiful Sunday morning. Decided to challenge myself to running without headphones. Focused on listening.
Things I heard while running, a list
- Crows cawing
- Other birds chirping and cooing
- A woodpecker pecking
- Geese honking
- The swoosh of cars as they drive by on the river road
- The worn wheels of a car, plodding along the river road
- Some funky music, playing from a radio on a bike
- The sharp thud of my shoes on the paved path
- The dull thud of my shoes on dirt and debris on the path
- The crunch of my shoes on salt and gravel on the path
- My breathing, usually slow and measured, occasionally quick and labored, like when climbing the Franklin hill
- My zipper pull, rhythmically banging against my jacket as I run
- An airplane, faint and far above my head
- The wind rushing by my ears
- The wind rustling in the dead leaves that never fell off the trees this past fall
- Cars thumping above my head as I pass under the Lake Street Bridge
- The quick and unexpected laughter of a woman on a path below me
- Bike wheels, rapidly approaching
- Phantom steps from runners who seem to be gaining on me, yet never pass, managing to turn off onto another path before reaching me. The crunch of their shoes is so slight that I wonder if they even exist, or if I’m imagining them
- The clanging of a dog’s chain
- A walker talking quietly on a phone
- Children faintly laughing
That’s all I can remember.