Sidewalk running

4 miles (4.1 actually, ahem) nice and easy in light rain, early morning.  I'm out of town so took a route that had me almost entirely on sidewalks.  Which I realize is really unusual for me, thanks to Chicago's ubiquitous lakefront path.  I've lost my skills for curb-hopping, and was occasionally startled out of my zone (listening to Shalane Flanagan talk about doping on this excellent RW podcast interview) when a car would roll up to a stop sign and we'd have to do that eye-contact thing: You go.  No, you go.  Okay, I'm going is that cool?  A flashback to my suburban running roots!

Then a train crossing brought me to a full stop at the tracks.  No, I didn't jog in place.  And you shouldn't either.  And I didn't stretch.  Just stood there waiting, while commuters stared out the train window, watching me getting wet in the rain.

After all that talk about sidewalks, here's my halfway turnaround and the run's real reward:

 

 Lake Michigan, I can't quit you

Lake Michigan, I can't quit you

 Strides on the sand.  It was the camera that was tilted, not the horizon.

Strides on the sand.  It was the camera that was tilted, not the horizon.