Come on Baby Drive South

I maintain a [redacted]* list of my top five locations to run. Nearly all are beside a body of water; they include two continents and four states. I also have a running list** of my favorite running partners. They have made me laugh, made me faster, stopped to swing, and were not short of cheeky responses when I was ready to start walking. And finally, I remember the time of day and the season.

In a handful of moments, a running partner, a beautiful location, and mother nature converge to create a near-perfect run. This week, that run was in Chascomús, adding a third continent to my list. We set off just before sunset and after a really good cafe con leche. Because it was winter and mid-week, it was not crowded. There were other runners and walkers, couples in love cuddled on benches, and a few fishers lingering on the pier. The globe lights were here and there helping one to (mainly) avoid the mud, yet not competing with the fading light and reflections in the water.

It was peaceful and pretty and all the other good adjectives and the only appropriate response when it was all over was a great big sigh and a prayer of gratitude for the gift of a beautiful run.

* Sparing you the pun

** Not this time