Just the same though, I like running under an old signal bridge, and along the water. The slow, gentle ripples are the one thing moving slower than me as I doggedly jog along, being passed by roller bladers in their fluorescent shorts and bicyclists with their aerodynamic helmets and spandex.
Speedboats cruise back and forth, painting white lines in the glassy water.
The geese are gone today, but along the water are ducks lined up in a row, and every now and again I spot a robin in the grass.
As I plod along, a wee girl with pigtails paces me on her purple tricycle. For a minute, it is her and I-- neck and neck, until her mother calls her back.