It was indeed very beautiful out there today, but you will just have to take my word for it, as I had no pocket for a camera (or phone) and so there is no photographic evidence of that fact. The funny thing was, that according to my first look at the predicted weather it should have been thunder-storming the entire time - but one look a the weather satellite and I saw no cloud-cover so I went anyway.
Now, I will readily admit it was very humid; I don't know the official levels but I can say that they had to be pretty high both because you could see the moisture in the air and it was hard to breath, as well as the fact that it rose to the level of precipitating out - meaning it was sprinkling or what the weather man (person) might call 100% humidity. An interesting comment I overheard when two joggers ran past; one of them was explaining to the other that his "theory is it's all about humidity." Of course they weren't around long enough for me to tell you what that theory was, or what humidity was all about, but there you have it.
The path is flat and relatively soft under foot, the Mohawk along side is beautiful in a wild unkempt sort of way even though there were some passes that I didn't think looked navigable due to the over grown vegetation.
There were turtle egg shells in bunches along the path although I saw no little turtles emerging, it was obvious they had been, and probably will continue for a short while as they hatch and make their individual ways back into the water.
There were also lots of people in just about every conceivable shape, size, & age traveling in all manner of conveyance - or on foot. Little ones on their bikes, or bigger onsies and twosies of cyclists passing with a call of "on your left" - the universal heads up meant to discourage collisions with unwary pedestrians ahead on the path. (Slower traffic stays to the right-at least in the US, and I have often wondered what is the protocol in countries where slower traffic stays on the left.) There were three young girls traveling by motorized scooter - to the scorn of one cyclist who asked me as he passed if one could get 'any more lazy than a motorized scooter.' I hollered to him as he was heading away that they at least had to "keep their balance." I soon discovered their parents walking at a brisk pace behind them and my guess is that if you wished to get a good walk in with three small children, you might relish the scooters that afforded you the opportunity to get enough time out there to be considered exercise.
Yesterday we went out for a 3 mile walk in preparation for next weeks 5k. I am really hoping to chop off a couple of minutes of my time. I'll just have to wait and see. (It was good having new sneakers all around and no sore feet!)
66 to go.
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