I lie in the middle of a king-size bed, surrounded by a half-dozen pillows. I breath in the freshly-laundered smell of the sheets as I roll over to find a cool spot and grab my cell phone to check the time and temperature (remember when we used to have to call a phone number to get time & temp?).
* groan *
I play the debate game in my head. Do I? Don’t I? I should just lay here and get to the conference breakfast early. I don’t need to run because I’ve hardly eaten in three days (gotta love the flu). I probably shouldn’t run as my stomach is still feeling queasy. I should take it easy. Sleep in.
I can’t resist the temptation to explore the city on foot, which is always the best way to get to know any city. A six-block walk to dinner the night before had given me the lay of the land and I, at least, knew which direction was well-populated and, therefore, safer.
I yank on some Under Armour and stuff my digital camera between two layers of gloves and head out.
Downtown Minneapolis is full of people on the move. Most are dressed in ankle-length North Face puffy coats. They look like walking sleeping bags. I marvel at those arriving to the office by mountain bike and the number of bikes already locked up to the numerous racks downtown.
You win, Minneapolis. I thought we were hardy in Erie, but no, you win.
I gather speed as the crowd thins, and I run out of the main mile of office buildings and stores. I see a sign that points to the river walk.
I find the icy river. And Mill Ruins Park. And a cool bridge. And a fun zig-zaggy path to the top of the bridge.
On my way back, I find a public art exhibit. And a office building that looks like it’s smiling. And the restaurant I’ll be dining at that night. And Target headquarters. And a tiny art gallery I want to check out later. And I learn that the skywalks above are all connected, offering a weather-free way get around town.
In just 45 minutes, I learn more about the city than most others at the conference could learn in a week.
Reason #874 why I love being a runner.
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