When Matt and I bought our house in the summer of 2010 “proximity to nature trails” wasn’t really on our list of things we were thinking about. Sure, we were both enjoy outdoor activities, but stuff like “outdoor space” and “ability for Matt to watch TV at all hours of the night without waking Erin” were much higher on our lists of must-haves. But we moved in, realized how damn close we were to the Don Valley Trail, and my life changed forever.
It seems melodramatic, I know. But having a trail less than 100 feet from my doorstep makes all the difference in the world for me. It brings me back to nature, gives me a place to run without worrying about cars or stoplights. It brings me back home, to where we grew up and were surrounded by nature constantly. It challenges me and inspires me and I’m so grateful this city of ours is filled with secrets like this one.
Today was my first official training run. I was told to do 8k at a “moderate tempo” and that’s what I tried to do. I chose to run the Don, despite its snowy cover, because tomorrow I head back to work and mid-day sunny winter runs will be relegated to weekends only. I felt strong and ran well. It was a good day.
Tomorrow is my first attempt at speedwork.
The run: 7.9k in 53:10