Finally, after wanting to do it for two years, I got to run along the waterfront in Charleston.
Every time we’ve visited my daughter down here I think I’m going to make time to do it, but it never seems to work out. It’s a bit of a production to get downtown from her suburban apartment in Summerville, and so usually we have other plans that don’t fit well with getting sweaty and needing to change clothes. (As far as I’m concerned, touring a city by running it makes perfect sense, but I can never get anybody else on board for that.)
This weekend was perfect because it was fairly cool, around 50 degrees. We’d gone to brunch (where I had chicken and waffles for the first time), and then a funky farmer’s market featuring live music, and then just walked around the waterfront for a while, gawking at the people and the dolphins and this enormous cruise ship that was pulled up to the dock. (You can’t tell in the picture, but the people on the upper deck were up so high they were just tiny specks from our vantage point.)
I’d conveniently worn a Nike sweatsuit for the day’s activities, and when it came time to retrieve the car from Battery Park, I volunteered to run on ahead and get it to save everyone time. So it really wasn’t much of a run, only around a mile. But I enjoyed every minute of it.