Running on a River

That’s how the song goes, right?

This week has been filled with a lot of ‘lasts’ so far.

My last Monday run to start the week.

My last creamy tomato bisque (basically just a bowl of a la vodka sauce, topped with cheesy bread) from The Corner Foodery — a go-to establishment I’ve grown to dream about over the last two years.


photocred: Caviar

My last time in my Philly apartment without boxes everywhere (you’re welcome, Seabass).


My last run along the Delaware.

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The path that runs from the Race Street Pier to the Spruce Street Harbor Park isn’t long, and it doesn’t take much time to complete. But getting there is a pain in the ass. I live on the complete opposite side of the city near the Schuylkill. So while beautiful, the majority of the mornings when I choose to run on the Delaware are spent meandering through the city streets, avoiding trash, dodging commuters (not many, and not nearly as tedious as running in New York), and trying to stay on whichever side of the street has the most sun.


From this morning’s run. Cars, cars, cars, cars. Some historical stuff. And then the river.

Once there though, the Delaware river pathway can be a true gem.

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In fact, while I may not run there often, I look forward to the pier — the first glimpse of the water; morning yoga sessions underway; the sound of the subway above. I embrace the quiet dog park — never crowded, but always a few cute pups. I absolutely adore the boats that line the floating docks.

But most of all, I love that there are a number of perfect places for plopping down mid-run right along the river, where I can breathe in the morning air and relax in a moment of much needed calm.

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I’ve made this a habit. Some mornings I stretch, others I simply stare. When I leave to head home, I always feel more centered, ready for whatever the day has in store.

The Delaware River has treated me well over the last two years, even if I’ve visited sparingly. Now, I have two more mornings left to frolic along Philly’s running paths. Knowing myself, they’ll most likely be along the Schuylkill … before I introduce myself to Sir Charles.

Running along the water: love it or hate it? Personally, if I could run along the water’s edge all day every day, I would. With a few wooded forest runs sprinkled in here and there.

Gray Days, Graduations and the Final Monday Run


I’ve been on a pretty awesome run (slash) workout streak lately — like, legitimately hadn’t skipped a day in at least three weeks as of this weekend. And it’s felt wonderful. The days are getting longer, so it’s brighter in the morning. The air is getting warmer, even if there’s still a slight chill to it. And the top 40 hits list is phenomenal. I seriously feel like I’ve been dancing through every minute of every run. Thank you, J.T.

The only downside to spring so far has been the sunshine – or lack thereof. Spring may be in the air, but for the last week or more, it’s been nothing but gray, gray, gray and more gray. Today’s the exception — and even then, it was just 42 degrees when I woke up this morning.

So, imagine my excitement when I learned last week that it’d be 60 and sunny by 8am on Thursday. I went to sleep raring to go, already anticipating my morning run.

Fast forward to 3am, Friday morning, when I woke up with a splitting headache — a borderline migraine. I finally willed myself back to sleep after about 30 minutes, but by the time I woke up in the morning, I was exhausted. My body was heavy, tired, deflated. I felt like I’d been through a war.

With sunshine outside my window, I debated — to run or not to run, isn’t that always the question?

Eventually, I caved. 99.9999999% of the time, I run — or yoga, or barre, workout with some weights. That day, I chose rest. That day, I chose to be smart.

Of course, this weekend was so busy with graduation and whatnot that I barely had time to run. I squeezed in a quick one on Saturday before my in-laws arrived in Philly, which was immediately followed by a day of socializing and gluttonous caloric consumption.


And yesterday — graduation day — between brunches, family time, and the ceremony itself, running was simply not an option.


On the bright side, I was able to finish up a full five miles this morning, which is always how I prefer to start my week. The strange part about all of this is that today was my final Monday morning run in the city of Philadelphia. With only five days to go before our big Boston move, I’m feeling determined to soak as much Philly running in.