The best way to run is to just run–no pace, no goal, no expectations. I love using running as way to explore new neighborhoods, trails and roads that make up a city. You can go as far as your legs will take you. And sometimes farther if you miss a turn on the way back.
It’s been unseasonably warm in Charleston. We’ve had two over 70 degree days this week. Its a winter 70, the humidity disappeared a long time ago with summer.
I’ve been running a lot in a neighborhood called I’on at lunch. It’s scenic, it’s close and it’s shaded. Today my coworker decided to join me.
It’s been a while since I’ve run with anyone but the baby. It was so much fun having someone to talk to (besides my attempts to entertain the baby), and we easily fell into a comfortable pace, not worrying about our limited time or how far we should run before turning around.
With as many tines as I’ve run in I’on, this week alone, there was still a lot of neighborhood to explore, and we ended up in a dead end at the Club, an exclusive venue on the water. Tucked away behind gorgeous colonial homes, the view so expansive you could see the length of the Cooper river from Mt. Pleasant to Daniel Island.
The shadowy winter lighting has been unbelievable these past few days.
These mossy trees incredibly spooky, very iconic of the south-eerie and beautiful.
My coworker spotted a trail, so we detoured off the street and into the woods. Standing tall in front of a giant, pond hidden from the surrounding neighborhoods, were two wooden treehouses (with obvious signs of local teenagers).
If I’m focused on my speed or mileage, running creates more stress and more reasons to be disappointed and unrealistic that I don’t have time to train like I used to. It’s good to have a reminder that running can be an escape, something to just enjoy and to share with someone who also enjoys the adventure, not just the results. Luckily, my coworker is now as hooked on the idea of lunchtime running as I am, so I’ll no longer be the only sweaty, avoided, employee in the afternoons.