Running in Boston will make you smile no matter what shape you are in.
Usually on a run when I find myself out of shape each heavy step is sheer agony, AND when I first arrived in Boston this was the shape I was in. However, the agony was not agony at all. I had chills (good chills, happy chills) each time I set out to pound the pavement. There is just something about Boston - be it the city, the running trails along the Charles River saturated with sailboats, the charming brownstones, a brilliant imix always playing "Please Come to Boston" at the opportune time, or the Bostonians yelling in their thickest accents upon any type of encounter? I can not identify exactly what it is, but I love this place and running feels great here. I think it's because you're right in the thick of life when you jog.
Jogging for me has improved, and now I find myself working on pace which isn't all together a great thing. Yes, it's nice to push yourself and my jogs generally feel better; however, I am not savoring the thrills of Boston as I once was. What I need to do is chunk the Garmin & bar my competitive drive before they ruin a great thing!:)
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photo compliments of someone? not me
this is my favorite jog sans kids - running along the Cambridge side of the Charles, crossing over one of the bridges, & wrapping up my run on the Boston side of the Charles as I head for home |
Each week (as long as weather permits) the kids and I mix a "kid's" activity with a little exercise. We jog to our destination. Below is a trip to the Children's Museum.
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| water, water everywhere in Boston |
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| Result of the Big Dig - walking trails and expansive green areas amid the traffic |
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| We arrive at our destination and illustrate a pretty typical scene - Edward wide awake in the "carriage" with a slumbering Langston |
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