As I mentioned yesterday, I spent the Memorial Day weekend in Dewey Beach, DE.
|View from our porch. I wasn't mad.|
And for once, I actually DID get in the run I said I'd make time for during vacation! Surprise!
If you've ever been to Dewey, you know it's pretty darned crowded. When I first stepped out, I was dodging pedestrians left and right. A giant group of about ten guys had the sidewalk completely blocked; I am supremely proud of myself for dancing right on through the group without touching anyone. They never knew what didn't hit them.
Luckily, a friend had gone for a run yesterday, and she had some advice: If you want to run unencumbered, head for the highway. There's a nifty shoulder set aside specifically for runners and bikers, with lanes and everything.
Naturally I don't know where you're staying, but if you run past the Rusty Rudder bar you'll soon find yourself here.
It's a pleasant route, if you're asking me. It's not right along the coast, but you catch glimpses of the bay as you run, and the entire route is a veritable pancake of flatness (and a ruler of straightness). I ran out 2.5 miles and then turned around and headed back to the house for a total of 5, but you could easily keep going if you wanted.
Best of all - my lungs never bothered me in the slightest. I think I might be getting the hang of running outside!
I have but one thing to add:
|Miniature golf is very dangerous and should not be embarked upon lightly.|