Sunday afternoon
8.5 mi / 13.7 km
32 F / 0 C
25 F / -4 C windchill
Had to take my wife's car in to get the brakes looked at. The Tires Plus nearest us isn't too far from the river, so I checked it out on Google Maps and saw a run from the garage to the river and around two of the bridges would be just a bit over the target distance for today, so I decided to make that my run while I waited for them to check out the car.
It was pretty nice being out of the fairgrounds/neighborhood, in more expansive scenery, but there were a bit too many wet and/or slushy patches/stretches still, especially on the west bank/Minneapolis side, so my feet got a little number than I would've liked. There were a lot people out walking, running, and riding bikes along the river paths. I got a handful of comments. Three cyclists even stopped to ask me about bfr while I stretched out my legs on one of the bridge's handrails. I've been cloistered for so long in the fairgrounds that the attention and comments kind of took me by surprise at first, but then I realized of course, I'm running barefoot in winter. Most comments were your standard fare, but one seemed kind of awkward. A 20-something guy in full running gear shouted enthusiastically, "Dude, you are such a dude."
It was nice to have a little real-world out-n-back adventure after so many months of running ascetic loops and back-n-forths in my fairgrounds monastery.
8.5 mi / 13.7 km
32 F / 0 C
25 F / -4 C windchill
Had to take my wife's car in to get the brakes looked at. The Tires Plus nearest us isn't too far from the river, so I checked it out on Google Maps and saw a run from the garage to the river and around two of the bridges would be just a bit over the target distance for today, so I decided to make that my run while I waited for them to check out the car.
It was pretty nice being out of the fairgrounds/neighborhood, in more expansive scenery, but there were a bit too many wet and/or slushy patches/stretches still, especially on the west bank/Minneapolis side, so my feet got a little number than I would've liked. There were a lot people out walking, running, and riding bikes along the river paths. I got a handful of comments. Three cyclists even stopped to ask me about bfr while I stretched out my legs on one of the bridge's handrails. I've been cloistered for so long in the fairgrounds that the attention and comments kind of took me by surprise at first, but then I realized of course, I'm running barefoot in winter. Most comments were your standard fare, but one seemed kind of awkward. A 20-something guy in full running gear shouted enthusiastically, "Dude, you are such a dude."
It was nice to have a little real-world out-n-back adventure after so many months of running ascetic loops and back-n-forths in my fairgrounds monastery.