Not all roads are the same. I've jogged on a Street Called Strait in Damascus. This is where the Apostle Paul had his famous life altering experience and religious conversion. Over the years I found the opportunity to run along Route 66 in four different states, a grand slice of American Pie. Being from Atlanta, I've trotted on our widely known Peachtree Street for exercise and in over 25 races. The first place I heard of New Orleans most famous thoroughfare, Bourbon Street, was in a Grateful Dead song. Everyone who has been there knows it is the land of the living. My run on Bourbon Street took place at 4:00 am to find the party still in full effect.
As for rivers, I
gazed at world famous landmarks on a beautiful spring morning in
April as I ran for miles crisscrossing at every bridge over
London's Thames River. Unfortunately, my time was much too short in
the Merry Olde City. Our Mighty Mississippi River provided a sublime backdrop for morning
and afternoon runs. Running allowed me to appreciate the power
and majesty of the Mississippi River in several states. Georgia's main river is
the Chattahoochee. I can't count the times or the places. I can say it's always
been a joy to run in parks, on paths or sidewalks near the pride of my
hometown. One sand blown morning in Cairo, Egypt, like a child ripping
open a gift, I sped along a channel from the Giza Plateau to the banks of the
Nile River. Sometime later I ran by the Nile from the Luxor Temple to
Karnak looking across at the western mountains wondering what other secrets
were held and what mysteries might unfold in the Valley of the Kings. This
stands out as a personal favorite.All roads to the river, indeed. Run by water.
Tom
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