Running the Charles River in Boston, a great way to catch up with a great friend. I love my city.
I love to run when I'm away from home; I just think that it's a wonderful way to know a place, especially a new place. Typically, when I run on the island, I head south from Oaks Bluff, down the beach road toward Edgartown, but today, I wanted to try something different. And that's how [...]
Thanksgiving morning in beautiful Plymouth, home of the Pilgrims, birthplace of the 'first' Thanksgiving, site of the (anti-climactic) Plymouth Rock. We began the day with a cold, early run through the past, past the rock, the Mayflower, the Monument. It's a place full of history. Today, we were part of it.
Running is always a great excuse to go somewhere beautiful. Seven miles comes and goes pretty quickly when this the view.
The best way to experience a place is to run across it. Over the bridge and back, thirteen miles, because it's easy to forget you're running when you're running over this.
Sky meets sea; morning run around the edge of the Key.