city run
Originally written on 20.01.2002.
I went for a run this morning, the first time since I’ve been in Scotland. It was a pretty nice day when I walked out the door, it wasn’t too cold, and the sun was *gasp* shining. However, by the time I hit Dalkeith road, the wind was picking up pretty hard. I ran past the community pool, and the university dorms to a huge set of hills/cliffs just outside of the center city called Arthur’s Seat (I think). These things are enormous and imposing. Looking across the city skyline, one can’t help but see them in the horizon. Well, by the time I was at the cliffs, my run had turned into a hike, but hey, the hill was steep. As I climbed the path, gulls circling overhead, I got an amazing view of the city and got a really good idea of how big the city is. Hey! I can see my house from here. My house as well as the football stadium, the castle, the big domed building by Bristo square, and way off in the distance, the Firth of Forth. When I came down from the hill, I ran through the streets of town, still sparsely populated on the Sunday morning. I headed west on the Cowsgate, before cutting back towards my flat through the meadows, this big grassy park in the middle of Edinburgh. It was a good run, and a good way to see the city.