The early Saturday drizzle was not the best set up for a longer run without company. I got a lot done while in procrastination mode, tidying up, gardening. My husband offered to run five miles with me however this involved a loop back to the house, and the idea of getting close to home with many miles still to run, seemed mentally challenging. But once I got bunch of chores done, the mood to run long finally arrived and out the door I ran ready to relax into a two hours or more solo run.
The marathoner in me triumphed as I enjoyed a steady pace through High Park, out to the Palace Pier bridge, then back east along the lake, heavily clothed in fog to just south of the Rogers Centre. From there I ran northwest, home through the city.
It was our anniversary weekend but different commitments including a party for soon-to-be-parents made it difficult to get away. Our solution was to travel very close to home and that somewhere was on one of my regular running routes. A place by the lake of course!
The only expectation I had of the Radisson Hotel on the lake, just west of Queen’s Quay was that there would be a view. It was a surprise to find our room nattily attired to a standard one might expect in a NYC boutique hotel. And then with a little something you might not expect at a NYC boutique hotel, a high powered telescope. Which seemed a bit funny given that the easterly view of our corner room was a wall of condos.
Coincidentally, the Toronto Goodlife Marathon route passed in front of our hotel, affording the chance to provide a bit of crowd support where none existed. I hope the strong tailwind made up for the drudgery and discomfort of the rain. It was painful to watch runners slog by, both eastward and westward. Go, marathoners! I was impressed at how our cheers, lit up the faces of some. I’m not sure if I could manage a smile in those conditions.
As for our run, we did a route that took us to the Esplanade, a never run route for us. This also gave us a chance to see the eventual winner speed by half-marathoners who had started out an hour earlier.
After our run, we walked over to Terminal Quay for breakfast at the Watermark Pub and an enjoyable browse through the Tilley store. Exiting the hotel parking lot proved easy, in spite of the ongoing stream of marathoners we were delayed barely a minute or so.
Ah, life by the lake. I found myself wondering how much space and garden I would be willing to give up to trade in our too-big-for-us fixer upper for a lake view.