Winter was receding as we walked around Lake of the Isles. When we lived in this neighborhood, I, along with other regulars, jogged or walked this lake almost every day. Over the decades that added up to something like 30,000 miles.
Category: Jog
Projecting Calm
A run became a walk; blue poles projected calm.
Treadmill Fears
It’s beyond freezing out there, so I jogged on a treadmill for the first time in decades. For most of the run I held on for dear life, concerned I’d be launched backwards off the contraption. Then I noticed the clip attached to a cord attached to an emergency Off switch.
Jogging Under a Bridge
Jogged slowly under Hennepin Avenue Bridge.
Sunrise Jog
As the sun rose, I jogged.
Four-Bridge Jog
My running route crosses four Mississippi bridges. This 1901 former railroad bridge takes me to Nicollet Island.
Jogging with Hot Flashes
It was more like October when I ran round Lake of the Isles today. The cold and wind nicely mitigated my medication-induced hot flashes.
Moody Sky
Jogged round Lake of the Isles under a moody sky.
Clear Path
My jogging route today was remarkably clear, considering one foot of snow had been forecast.
Isles Bun & Coffee
After a lackluster jog round Lake of the Isles, if was time to recharge with a bun and coffee at Isles Bun & Coffee.