The other day while on an errand in another town, the path by the river beckoned me to come over and run.
|The River That Beckoned|
So, I made a plan that today I would do it.
Here's the path and surface that lay before us:
|Heading towards the GW Bridge|
As usual, I set off to walk a 1/2 mile as a warm up first. This is good for Daffodil, my dog, who was extra excited because we had rode over in the car and come to a new place. It gives her a chance to do her business a couple of times and sniff things out. It also gets me used to carrying my flip flops tucked in my waist pack, and gets me used to juggling the things in my waist pack -- the camera, the cell phone, the doggie bags and paper towels -- so that I won't be distracted by them later when I start running.
One thing I had noticed while walking these paths in shoes at other times, is the great amount of goose poop on the path caused by these guys:
However, for some reason, there was not too much today, and what little was there was very easy to dodge around.
The surface of the ground changed as I went along, and my feet, of course, always noticed.
These red ones were set on an angle, and my feet liked that because they never hit the edges of the pavers, which is what tends to get the bones.
This was my first time running on wood planks. They were nice and smooth, but I worried about splinters (a new worry). I was really careful here. There were also nails sticking up from where the boards were seamed. But it actually felt really nice to run on wood. It was soft.