Due to the promise of 6C in the afternoon I decided to skip my usual morning run, and run home from work. I am now in the enviable position of living one mile from where I work and just loving the quality of life that comes with it. But, it does mean that this run involved a 6 mile detour. The direction of the detour was dictated by the wind from the southeast.
Steps from work, is a path that is part of my route from home so it was south to the lake and then a right turn west with a bit of a tailwind. While not as warm as I had hoped, it felt great to end the workday running along the lake and then through High Park and home for a total of 7 miles.
This winter reminds me of living in Ottawa where one inevitably lost memory of what spring is like by the end of it. In spite of this taste of spring, I’m finding it hard to imagine running in shorts and a singlet.
Excerpt from . . . To Spring Willam Blake
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.