This morning I ran my final long run before the Montreal half marathon. According to the App on my phone (Map My Run), I ran 18k in total. While it makes my leg hurt, I like this distance because it brings me along my favourite running trail in Montreal, the Lachine Canal, all the way to the prettiest park in the city – Parc René-Lévesque.
The best thing about running is that you can’t make it far along your route without coming across something interesting. I start jogging at the same place on the canal every time and there’s this one heron that’s always there, standing below the lock, looking at the waves. Since I was a kid, I’ve always thought these birds were really cool. From what I’ve noticed, this guy stands there every day, but only in the morning.
The sky was overcast this morning and there was so much wind that I could see seagulls flying in place (poor seagulls!). I nearly turned around, but I could see some sun just over the area where I knew the park to be. So I tried not to think about the birds and kept going.
After stopping at the depanneur to buy an apple juice and a granola bar, I made it to my favourite place. Parc René-Lévesque is at the western tip of the Lachine Canal and is completely surrounded by the Saint Lawrence River. The views of the water are stunning and definitely camera worthy. The park is also right next to the Lachine Marina.
So that was my morning. While writing this post, I think I’ve learned something about myself. I think I like birds. They’ve clearly starred in this blog post and are apparently the reason I enjoy running. Who knew! Anyway… if you’ve never visited Parc René-Lévesque, you need to go check it out. If you want to bike there, there’s a bike path that circles the whole park. If you’d rather take the car, there’s a huge parking lot, too. I really love this park!
By the way, just in case you get the impression that running comes easily to me, it doesn’t. I’m not one of those people who jogs around with ease, smiling at the world. Running isn’t always fun. When I go for a jog, it’s because I’ve planned it sternly into my schedule and set my alarm early. Then, I have genuinely forced myself out of bed and into my running shoes. Absolutely every time. Because every time, I forget how good running makes me feel. But I’m so glad I made time for it this morning, and I hope that anyone reading this remembers to make time for the things that make them happy, even if they have to wake up early on a weekend (a truly evil thing to do).