Sixty Miles in No Time at All

I woke at 4 a.m. today, stretched, broke wind, put on my running gear and took off out the back door… in that exact order. I ran to the start of my usual running trail at Peace Valley Park in Bucks County and did a loop around Lake Galena—a six-mile trek. When I returned to the starting point of the lake loop, the dawn had barely broken and I ran up the hill toward Ferry Road to watch the sun rise. The morning was bright and crisp, invigorating; I couldn’t stop, so I kept on running east toward the sun. By the time I got to the National Shrine at Our Lady of Czestochowa, perspiration was flowing through my shirt and I hit stride when I got to Route 313, so I picked up the pace and ran toward the Delaware River. The hill near Tohickon that unravels down to the river carried me effortlessly to the river—I was into my nineteenth mile. The beauty of the Delaware Towpath pulled me south, past the walking bridge next to the Black Bass Hotel in Lumberville, the farms that run through Center Bridge and the eclectic town of New Hope. When I got to Washington Crossing State Park—fifteen miles south on the towpath—I felt like Forrest Gump on his cross-country run after he’d lost his Jenny. I thought, holy crap! I’d probably run thirty miles and still have to backtrack, so I turned around.

The run home was as glorious as the run out. I was soaked with perspiration and had that good exhaustion only a long-distance runner can appreciate. I sprinted the final mile and then stopped at the head of my driveway. I walked around back of my house, opened the backdoor and looked at the clock on my microwave. It was 6:00 a.m.

Glad you came along for my April Fool’s Day run. Don’t let the day get by without pulling a prank!

 

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About Jim Brennan

Jim is a Philadelphia-based writer, author, poet and editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal.
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