Yesterday I went to the Toronto Canoe and Sailing Club to join my Outrigger-Canoe group, only to find we were thunderstormed out. That was unfortunate, because I spent so much of the afternoon drinking coffee, and was unlikely to get to sleep that night without exercise (or alcohole, but I’m on a health kick).
There was the option of going for a run – I was in sporty sandle-shoes, shorts and a t-shirt. It was warm enough that running in the rain was not a big deal, and I was already on the waterfront – perfect territory. I’m not big on running, I like low impact sports, but the routes I could take back to my apartment were infinite.
I ran alongside the lake and into the thunderstorm, forks of lightening flashing ahead of me. I turned and ran away from the shoreline, passing the Exhibition’s triumphant arch. I ran through Trinity Bellwoods Park, then cut through residential streets and up through Bickford High School. That was a good enough run for me, so from there I walked into Ossington Station and took a subway to Bathurst, then rode the bus the last few blocks home.