If you follow me on Twitter or Daily Mile, or by some strange twist of fate bump into me in real life, you know I started training for and successfully completed the Philadelphia Marathon last November. I’ve tried to keep it up over the course of the winter, but it hasn’t been easy. Cold weather and icy sidewalks aren’t the most inviting aspects of the mid-Atlantic region, and I can’t stand to run on a treadmill. I often opted out of a morning run rather than risk breaking my neck on some black ice I didn’t see (or to just stay in my nice warm bed a little longer.)
I’ve lost a step, thanks to that, but I’m confident knowing that the time I lazed will likely keep me from overtraining at an unsustainably high level. I’m a little frustrated by the setback, but I’m still averaging a sub‑8 minute mile, so it won’t be long before I’m running comfortably at closer to 7 minute miles all the time.
Now that the weather’s starting to get warmer and the sun is up before I’m at the office, I’m back out on the streets of Port Fishington again. (I know, I’ve said I hate that term, and I do, but I use it here because I’m running from my house into Port Richmond, and occasionally Bridesburg. There are now no fewer than four names for my neighborhood.They include Olde Richmond, which is totally bogus, brought to you by ORCA; there’s Flat Iron, the name most of our neighbors call the area; and lastly, Cione, which derives from the playground at the neighborhood’s northeastern boundary at Aramingo and Lehigh.) My route right now takes me up Richmond St., which is usually pretty empty (and always flat) when I get out there in the hazy pre-dawn hours. It can be a bit boring, and it’s not exactly picturesque, but it’s convenience that dictates the terms here.
I’m looking forward to April, when it’ll be even warmer and I’ll feel more comfortable riding my bike down to the Comcast Center. Then I’ll be joined by my friend Brian from the Food Trust on morning runs during the week. We’re already running together on weekends and it’s been great. I can think of few things more rewarding than getting out early on a Saturday or Sunday morning for a good long run. It’s actually pretty beautiful if you can get out there before every rollerblader and weekend cyclist descends on Kelly Drive.
I’m already looking forward to those 14+ mile runs that take us into Wissahickon Creek Park. It’ll be amazing to get back out there in the late summer and early fall.