Went to Detroit for my sister Faith's theology Ph.D commencement. Saw my beloved and hilarious family. Then to Philly for my best friend's birthday. Here're the running related aspects of the trip:
Detroit
I've become one of those people who "packs their running shoes". You know. The type that marries their high school sweetheart and always flosses before bed.
The kind of person who's pious pretty much just to make other people look bad.
I.am.so.sorry.
Okay, that said...running in Detroit is a trip. It's a city that definitely needs a little love. Crazy wealth disparities and so much unrebuilt architecture. One block would be all mansions, and the next would be like a war zone. Of course, I didn't exactly see all this on foot because:
1. This whole rehab thing is taking its sweet time. The process of upping my mileage is going to be mega-gradual. (More on what that means for Hawaii later), and
2. Detroit's not a place where you run around in neighborhoods you don't know.
Case in Point: Someone tried to steal my sister's car awhile ago. From the church parking lot. While she was in church. Giving a sermon. Because she's the Pastor. And the would-be criminals knew this. Which indicates some deep deep criminality, because I'm fairly certain a stunt like that will send you directly to Hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
Instead, I did a few laps around Russell Woods Park just off Livernois, and took my cautious brown self home.
The next morning I was up cross-training at 4am, so that I could be ready to get on the bus to Dayton by 6:30am. I'm glad I squeezed in the extra activity, as the bus trip between Detroit and Dayton is 3 hours each way, so any extra blood flow was definitely a good thing.
Also, during the trip, I ate an entire side of beef by myself, and washed it down with a bathtub full of potato salad and some ginger ale. No joke, my sister's church members were delivering food on an hourly basis. One sister dropped off 20lbs of beef rib tips, a bucket of potato salad, and some seafood salad with pasta. Another brought fried green tomatoes, succotash, a vat of collard greens, and a second bucket of potato salad.
Actually, just typing about it makes me want to lie down for a minute, so I'll stop here.
Philly
smoked fish of many sorts - whole mackerel, trout?, salmon caviar, ceviche, zucchini chocolate cake, and in the midst of that, I packed my shoes. Didn't get to run on that short short trip, though. Man, they take up a lot of space in your bag...
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