The Last Sapien | 10", five bridges &

Ten inches, five bridges and one run | It is quite clear that running is one if not the only consistent thing in my recent life. You are more than welcome to accompany your reading with a thick milkshake to drink along to adjust for calories lost . . . As I am not plugging music to my runs I am bound to observe what goes around me - like the changing flow of the river, the shades of the trees, the dynamics in the geese flocks, dogs and people too.

The bridges over the Charles river are connecting between the high scale neighborhoods of Boston to the world's most lucrative academia, MIT and Harvard - Longfellow is a Boston classic, though going up the river you find that there is a gap that these bridges cannot connect, the higher class, the most diligent the self importance it is tight on the river so there is no room for additional bridge to humbleness and humility, well, there is the discontinued Orange line bridge that is adjacent to the BU bridge that hosts seasonal camping site for the homeless.

On every urban running trials there is that ten inches path that is created by bikers runners and probably some dogs too. It is packed and preserved naturally and allows the notion of true ground you are running on - avoiding the harsh pavement of the packed gravel that challenge your body with stiff response on every landing. I look for these ten inches paths that emerge from the main trails, they have the elevated roots from the trees , signatures of dogs that were not removed, and random goose standing to protect the river, but you land on soil wet from yesterday's rain, and it absorbs your landing like running is intended to feel like. These narrow paths are - un urbanning my runs and turn them closer to trail running in city center, they connect all the bridges, the glamour, the humbleness the sweat and the homelessness like a decorative ribbon on a single life run.

What is your path?