I loved my Hong Kong running route. I loved the steep hills, the Tolo Harbour views, and the surprise of stumbling across creative public exercise routines such as “badminton tai chi,” “walking backwards while swinging two long sticks around” or “dancing on the footpath with whips.” As always, I tip my hat to the creativity and lack of inhibition of the Hong Kong people.
While I miss the local color, I do not miss the air pollution or the way the humidity caused a constant trickle of sweat to burn my eyes.
Here in Utrecht, I have enjoyed several fine weeks of spectacular autumn running. So, before all of the leaves fall from the trees and the rains begin in earnest, I’ve taken the time to document one lovely run.
Crossing Wilhelmina Park and keeping a sharp eye out for dog droppings.
Arriving on the outskirts of Utrecht. From this point on, there is an unwritten rule that runners acknowledge one another with a spoken greeting or nod.
Old Amelisweerd Forest.
Run interrupted by the crossing of dairy cows from the barn to the pasture.
Cows have safely crossed into the muck and green grass.
Along the Kromme Rijn.
Mid-way through the run, I was seduced down a new path and ran across this stand of bare trees.
Looping back toward Utrecht, I run down the path that left me awestruck on my first run out this direction in September.
New Amelisweerd. “New” means originally built in the 1400s and then rebuilt in 1682.
Another stretch of the Kromme Rijne.
The one hill of my run.
Color at the canoe center.
Rather fun to run alongside a horse for half a kilometer.
Dodging bikes parked on the sidewalk.
And the run is capped off with the sight of this granddaddy of a fine building.