Another week has come and gone, and somehow, miraculously, I managed to run on all but one of the mornings. I can hardly recognize myself these days, nor can I truly dissect my motivations.
But whatever force is driving me, I am glad to have the photos that I took on this week’s runs.
Monday (from the Chester River Bridge; those of you who know the bridge will know that this sign’s suggestion is often ignored).
Tuesday (on River Road)
Wednesday (High Street)
Thursday (on Maple Avenue, just shy of the bridge)
Thursday (sunrise over the Chester, seen from the bridge)
The view was so lovely, I had to take another.
Friday (near the top of the rise on the little loop off of River Road; I don’t know what it’s called)
Saturday I did not run. My legs were tired.
Sunday (River Road, looking toward the junction with Truslow Farm Road; I had company).
In spite of appearances, I swear he had a good time.
He is the ideal running companion. No conversation. No complaints. He just sits there and takes it all in, enjoying the sights, the sounds, the clicking of the tires, the feel of the world rolling by.
