It isn't too often that one actually gets to run across a bridge, or walk for that matter. Not a bridge found in a park, but a bridge that crosses a major body of water, like the Naragansett Bay. And this morning, I participated in the Pell Bridge Run, crossing the Pell Bridge from Jamestown to Newport.
This morning reminded me why I run, why I train, and how much fun it can be. It wasn't about racing today, or winning-- it was about the journey. I met some pretty cool people, and enjoyed the views and chatter along the way.
I got to run/walk a bridge this morning. I got to enjoy the view.
After my run, I frolicked on Easton's Beach. I added several shells to my collection.
This summer I plan to swim under the bridge, with Save the Bay. Care to join me?
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