My daily runs aren’t exactly a pretty sight. I see your pictures on Instagram of snowy fields and well-groomed trails and grassy expanses of open land and I get a little – okay, a lot – jealous. I don’t really have a lot of that picturesque beauty here in middle of suburbia. It’s why a lot of my weekday running photos are selfies with a little patch of grass or a sliver of sunrise in the background; that’s as pretty as it gets around here (and I’m definitely not talking about me).
I have a client who always wants to run “someplace pretty.” She insists on getting in her car and driving someplace with lots of trees and greenery so she can enjoy her run. I definitely see the appeal, but I’ve never thought of it as a necessity. Most of the time, I don’t pay that much attention to where I’m running, other than to try not to trip and fall (which doesn’t always work out). Sure, I love to run on the trails out in nature, but I’m just as happy with walking out my front door and following the sidewalk for a few miles.
This is where I run:
As far as I’m concerned, any run is a good run, whether I was dodging parked cars or soaking in the beauty of a serene lake. I’m just happy to be out there running.