…autumn is the best time for long scampers, all you need is gloves and a cap.
The first day of the last autumnal month came to an end. The first of November was the second day in the sequence of serene days of belated Prague Indian summer. And although, the temperature barely hits 10 degrees above zero, on my way to the store for an enormous piece of biscuit in the morning I catch myself thinking “Well, it’s probably what my heaven would look like”.
Seriously, I don’t know how you cannot like autumn. Sometimes it soaks you with its cold rains, makes you shudder under the wind gusts waiting for a bus to come, and covers the sky with a heavy gray veil, so you don’t know if it’s 7 a.m. or noon. But you immediately forgive her everything once you wake up and see a bright yellow-orange rampage of colors, richly poured with sunlight.
Furthermore autumn is the best time for long scampers, all you need is gloves and a cap.
So I, having sat all day with drawings and equations, already at dusk am going for a run, today is the fifth day in a row. Having run for 10, 15 and two times for 16 kilometers during the last days, I don’t feel tired – only a hint of pain disturbs my left calf and right foot.
I live on Strahov. It’s a spacious and the most populous Prague’s area (students-wise), where nearly 8 thousand students live in 12 standard blocks, through thick and thin. There’s a big Strahov stadium near the dorms, which doesn’t function now, but in former times was the biggest in the Czech Republic. Having run round it and climbed on a gentle slope, you can see the offices of the Czech Soccer Association and a trim new stadium, where sometimes Prague’s soccer team “Dukla” is training. For those who are used to short distances, it’s a clear choice.
I like thinking about how I would run a marathon while on the scamper, more precisely about how I would be finishing. In no time, a smile appears on my face and legs begin moving faster.
I personally leave it behind to come back later. I’m running further to enter a big park with an asphalt running track, so called Ladronka. For sure, by its creators purpose one circle around it makes up to 4.2 kilometers, precisely 1/10 of a marathon. Running track never doesn’t let you relax for a long time, ascending and descending, but the drops are rather easy – won’t let you become bored, as well won’t knock your breath down.
There are always a lot of people in the park, especially on weekends: lonely runners, as me, families walking with children on their little scooters, elderly couples, pattering in heel-and-toe walk, youngsters on the bicycles and roller-skates. Outrunning somebody, crossing eyes with those heading in an opposite direction, listening to music, I don’t notice leaving behind first, second and third laps.
I like thinking about how I would run a marathon while on the scamper, more precisely about how I would be finishing. In no time, a smile appears on my face and legs begin moving faster. Autumnal tracks resound in my ears – Frank Sinatra, Beatles, Bon Iver, The National. Honestly, it doesn’t matter what I am listening to while running, although those must be the songs I like. Having covered the fourth lap, I approach the aforementioned stadium, where I finish after 10 tiresome laps. Today I ran a lot, 23 kilometers.
Tired, but happy I walk home. I hope to take a nice hot shower, to rest and tomorrow or in a couple of days again run off from the bustling throbbing megalopolis and everyday worries. Run off, literally. ☺