Monday, March 03, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
NJ's Best Kept Secret--Clinton
And I don't mean Hillary!
Today was our last group run of the season and it was hosted by friends of ours who opened a running store in scenic Clinton, NJ.
I'd been to Clinton before for the annual River 2 Sea Relay but I had never been to this particular section (Main Street)and boy, was I blown away! One of last few gorgeous and unspoiled places, at least in the northern part of the state.
We ran on a bucolic trail that ended up at an abandoned railroad yard. Very Tennessee Williams "This Property Is Condemned"-ish! I took it easy today since I did a hard 8 yesterday and took a class at on my gym called "Boot Camp" on Thursday. The title of the class is apt (more on that another time).
So I did a 4-mile slow jog by myself and between the scenery, the chirping birds and sun-streaked cold crispness of the morning, I managed to clear the cobwebs from my brain. It never fails. On the rare occasions that I get to run by myself (Tom ran ahead of me to run with one of our faster runners, Gary), I always get to work through anything that's puzzling or bothering me. That's one of the bennies of running!
Afterwards, we went back to the store and had some bagels, fruit and coffee. Later, a few of us browsed some of the adorable shops on Main Street. We vowed to come back in the spring, with our bicycles.
Today was our last group run of the season and it was hosted by friends of ours who opened a running store in scenic Clinton, NJ.
I'd been to Clinton before for the annual River 2 Sea Relay but I had never been to this particular section (Main Street)and boy, was I blown away! One of last few gorgeous and unspoiled places, at least in the northern part of the state.
We ran on a bucolic trail that ended up at an abandoned railroad yard. Very Tennessee Williams "This Property Is Condemned"-ish! I took it easy today since I did a hard 8 yesterday and took a class at on my gym called "Boot Camp" on Thursday. The title of the class is apt (more on that another time).
So I did a 4-mile slow jog by myself and between the scenery, the chirping birds and sun-streaked cold crispness of the morning, I managed to clear the cobwebs from my brain. It never fails. On the rare occasions that I get to run by myself (Tom ran ahead of me to run with one of our faster runners, Gary), I always get to work through anything that's puzzling or bothering me. That's one of the bennies of running!
Afterwards, we went back to the store and had some bagels, fruit and coffee. Later, a few of us browsed some of the adorable shops on Main Street. We vowed to come back in the spring, with our bicycles.
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