Discovering the Delaware River Run


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Meet Sea Bass. Or at least, that’s what she’s named right now. But for the sake of our chat, Sea Bass it is.

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I’ve wanted a cat for years now. And after much deliberation and a slight panic attack (after all, having an animal is a big responsibility, and I’m not all that responsible), Noah finally said we could get one.

Sea Bass came home with us on Sunday after a gorgeous 5-mile run along the Schuylkill that left me sun burnt and exhausted. The day was meant for grocery shopping, but after a somewhat impromptu cat adoption, I wound up just hanging at home. With our new cat. Because we have one of those now.

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Sunday night, I didn’t sleep all that well. At 11:40, I finally fell asleep with the cat at the foot of our bed. At 2AM, I woke up with a Sea Bass in my face, sniffing, nuzzling, cuddling. It was at that point that she was given the boot and left outside of our room.

By the time I woke up at 6:30AM–30 minutes early so I could make sure she ate–I hadn’t quite gotten my morning wind. I had running (and cats) on the mind though, so while it was difficult to leave our new kitten at home, I forced myself out the door.

This past weekend was a ton of fun, mostly because I finally got the chance to get out and explore Philadelphia. Saturday night, after a serious crab boil…

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(re: SERIOUS crab boil)

…we discovered an awesome summer beer garden on the Delaware, where we grabbed a drink and sat on ropes that kissed the water.

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I hadn’t spent much time over on this side of town prior to the weekend, but once I did, I knew I’d have to go back for a run. On Monday, I ventured east across the city until I hit the water. Once there, I took my time browsing the river…

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…taking wrong turns (hard when you’re on a straightaway, but somehow, I managed) and enjoying my first true view of real city bridges since I moved from Manhattan in June. In a small way, it felt like home.

It’s been a while since I’ve stepped out of my comfort zone, but this morning proved that when I do, it’s typically worth that momentary feeling of anxiety that hits first. I’m already looking forward to my next run along the Delaware. Next up: running across said bridge. I hear it’s a Philly runner’s must.