Meet My Running Trail
During the week we run after work. Since it’s winter and we don’t have the Jeep, we stay around our neck of the woods and run along the Cherry Creek trail. Nothing fancy, just a path, river, and crazy people.
Tonight, we thought it would be fun to bring you along on our run. Ya know, share a little of the Denver hood.
So, let’s get moving!
To get to the trail we walk outside our building into an alley way. We spend a lot of time dodging cars in this alley. We don’t know what it is but when people see us they immediately accelerate. Don’t hate, appreciate.
Anyways, we walk through the alley, across a parking lot until we see the bridge, and then head down the entry ramp. This is where it all begins. When we walk down the ramp we arrive at a fork in the trail. You can either go left or right. We have a NASCAR tendency to always want to turn left when we run, so tonight we’re going left. (left) (right) By going left we head south towards Cherry Creek where we work. Mental note: need to bike to work in the summer and not be lazy. We start with a 5 minute brisk walk to get the blood pumping. The trail is quiet during the winter. Nothing but the sound of snow crunching under our feet and the occasional crazy runner or biker passing by. We wonder if they look at us like we're crazy? Pshh. No way. We jog anywhere between 1.5 to 2.5 miles out and then turn around depending on how we are feeling. Tonight, it’s 2.5 baby! We ran on the dreadmill Sunday so our legs were ready to boogie. There is a part of the trail that irritates us and it has nothing to do with the trail itself or the scenery. It’s the bums. We have no sympathy for homeless people. Okay, before you go all Obama on us, you have to understand that bums in Denver aren’t true bums. Our good friend Listy gave a bum on the corner a $3.00 Kashi bar and he immediately tossed it in the trash after she gave it to him. Most of the bums here have nicer backpacks then we do, so no, we don’t feel sorry for them. Usually, during the run you have to do a little bum dodging. It’s annoying and extremely uncomfortable when they yell at you with their beer soaked breath and try to form words even though they have no teeth. Tonight, we are lucky. No bums to doge. Okay, back to the run. After we turn around and start heading back, we finally get in a groove. But as soon as we make it to the Broadway bridge, which is about a mile and a half out from our place, we smell Burger King, Chipotle, and Moe’s BBQ. For some reason we can never smell it while we are heading out only when we are heading back. It’s naughty of them to place savory food near a recreational area. At this point we are starving and try to hustle back home. We usually make pretty good time going back because we are going downhill and we want to eat our arm off. The last mile and a half tonight felt great. We just set myself on cruise control, kept one eye peeled for bum patrol, and sailed right into home. This was probably the most fun we have a had on a run in a long time. Taking pictures of everything made the time go by fast. Thanks for tagging along!
