The Yummy Conundrum
It was Chocolate City again this morning. This phenomenon comes occasionally, spreading a cocoa-like smell over the area south of the airport from what seems to be the direction of Essington or Eddystone. The aroma is very tasty, but where does it come from? Only clue I could come up with was that the wind was from the West this morning. When I get a few minutes (probably not today), I'd like to call up Essington town hall and investigate.
Took me 20 minutes from getting up to getting out this morning. I wasn't rushing things as much as I was determined not to let anything sidetrack me. 6 am was the perfect time to set out, as it was dark but started to get light about 20 minutes into the run as I was on the dark, lonely stretch from Essington to Cargo City. By the time I hit Tinicum it was light enough to navigate the trail.
This Cargo City/Tinicum loop rewards the first 7.5 more or less mundane miles with a run through Tinicum for the remaining five. I didn't feel like music this morning so was more in tune with the surroundings, and by the time I got to Tinicum there was quacking of ducks, honking of geese, twittering of sparrows, and a strange sound made by a spooked heron. The refuge is barren and bleak in January, possessing an austere beauty in the early dawn.
Totals were 12.5 miles in 1:41:23, a few minutes slower than the last time I ran this (on 12/29) despite hitting the last five miles a minute or so faster in 36:53.
Took me 20 minutes from getting up to getting out this morning. I wasn't rushing things as much as I was determined not to let anything sidetrack me. 6 am was the perfect time to set out, as it was dark but started to get light about 20 minutes into the run as I was on the dark, lonely stretch from Essington to Cargo City. By the time I hit Tinicum it was light enough to navigate the trail.
This Cargo City/Tinicum loop rewards the first 7.5 more or less mundane miles with a run through Tinicum for the remaining five. I didn't feel like music this morning so was more in tune with the surroundings, and by the time I got to Tinicum there was quacking of ducks, honking of geese, twittering of sparrows, and a strange sound made by a spooked heron. The refuge is barren and bleak in January, possessing an austere beauty in the early dawn.
Totals were 12.5 miles in 1:41:23, a few minutes slower than the last time I ran this (on 12/29) despite hitting the last five miles a minute or so faster in 36:53.
posted by seebo | 11:46 AM
1 Comments:
Holy cow, good to see your miles back up to full on training, hitting those weekly mileage goals again.
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