You know, because I tend to either get lost trying to find the new place, or while on my way back to The House on the Hill.
As a result, I don’t go on many adventures to the unknown. I stick to my known locations, thereby limiting my chances of being the subject of a missing person investigation.
However, now that I’ve been running along the river walk, my runner friends have been suggesting that I add to my workout experience by crossing the bridge and running along the waterfront on the Bangor side of the Penobscot River.
Great idea. Like where they are going with this, but since I don’t know where I’m going, I’ve been reluctant to explore this option.
In my head, I simply couldn’t figure out how to get from the bridge to the running path on the opposite side of the water, or how to get to the second bridge once I found the path.
Because of my phobia/anxiety/overall ridiculousness, I’ve stayed on my side of the Penobscot. Sure, I’ll glance longingly over at Bangor during my runs, but I won’t allow myself to think of what it might be like to sweat on that side of the water.
Well, that all changed yesterday. Who knows what’s gotten into me lately. Changing jobs. Reaching out for help on the TV series. It’s like I’m a changed man, which is wildly ironic since change frightens me.
Of course, with me being me, I panicked when I couldn’t find the path, and simply bolted up the ramp to the second bridge when I happened upon it. There’s only so much adventure in my bloodstream every day, and I had already used it up by crossing that first bridge.
As I headed back to the safety of the known, however, I could see the running path beneath the bridge, and realized I could probably find it should I return again soon.
That turned out to be today. I dug deep, ran across the bridge, and set out again in search of the entrance to the elusive waterfront path.
This time, I found it!
Nestled beneath a local hot spot called The Sea Dog, the path welcomed me with open arms. I zipped along, admiring a different perspective on my run, checking out the boats docked at the pier, and noticing that, unlike on my side of the river, there were homeless folks lurking in the shadowy areas along the route.
I didn’t go the entire length of the path. My legs were already sore from a long run yesterday, and my sense of adventure only lasts so long.
I did manage to run out to the concert venue, though, because I wanted an up close look at the stage that always sounds like it is set up on my front lawn whenever there is a show. As you can see from the photo on the left, it does look very loud!
Once I got to the stage, I turned around and headed for the second bridge. When I was safely back on my side of the river (aka the safe side aka the land of the known), I continued my run on my usual river walk path.
I definitely feel more comfortable on this side of the river. There are so many more people, and everyone always has a smile and a hello for me, regardless of how sweaty I might be. I also have developed a fondness for all the dogs that try to keep pace with me as I pass them and their owners.
However, I will continue to unleash my wild side and venture across the bridge for my weekend runs. It’s a great way to add distance and build my step count, plus I suppose it’s probably good for me to expand my horizons and try new things.
There’s no need to worry that I’ll increase my workout further by adding a swimming element. I’m perfectly fine with my fear of water, as it prevents me from drowning…