Spring has sprung here in Denver, and that means it’s time to shake up my running routine a little bit.
Signs of spring: discarded winter clothing.
During the winter, I love to run in the little greenway park where the beaver lives. I still haven’t seen him, but evidence of him is all around.
Once the bugs wake up in the spring, though, I prefer to avoid the water, which doesn’t run fast enough to keep the bugs away. (I must be running at my pace.) While I love the dive-bombing swallows, the bugs love me more, and I hate getting a mouthful of bugs. And don’t tell me I should run with my mouth closed. I can’t.
So anyway, I had planned 4 miles today. Instead of going down by the water, I stayed in the neighborhood. There’s a row of houses with spring bulbs, and they did not disappoint.
(As I bent down to take this photo, I found out that I was not two days post-period, but on day 7 of the world’s never-ending period. Hooray.)
I turned north at mile two and expected to see my favorite porta potty outside the house that has been remodeling their basement forever. Apparently the basement is finished. No porta potty. I’m happy for them and hope they enjoy their new basement, but I was not happy for myself. You know how I appreciate a nice, clean mid-run toilet with hand sanitizer. Today even more so.
Good thing I had my favorite podcast playing. It was a best of, in honor of Another Mother Runner’s 200th podcast. And they played my favorite clip: Bethany Meyer’s Boston Marathon recap. If you appreciate a little TMI, be sure to listen.
So I was running, running, appreciating the sparrows that have returned to town and the robins flirting with each other. My BRF Renee said once that all she had to do to get me out on a run was to promise we’d see a bird. And I saw lots of them. I cut back toward the path, and lo and behold!- the green house was remodeling and had a porta potty outside! Hooray for me!
When we first moved to Denver, we had a play kitchen with a wooden refrigerator. The neighborhood was full of construction, and the little three year-old next door used to come over to play at our house. Every time my kids had food in it, she’d take it out and put it in the oven, because she was sure the fridge was a “workers’ potty.” Anyway, I’m happy to report that there was no food in the workers’ potty on my run. Just hand sanitizer.
How do your runs/walks change with the spring? Have there been any recent surprises on your route?