My urban loop – the first 6 miles of the LA Marathon route, basically: Dodger Stadium to Sunset Blvd down to Main, Main to 1st, 1st to Grand, Grand to Temple, right on Bellevue and then down to Echo Park, around and back to Sunset. If it were the marathon, I’d hang a left and run 21 miles to the Santa Monica Pier, but instead it’s my Wednesday morning run so I hang a right and run a mile back to Dodger Stadium.
I used to run this all the time in preparation but haven’t since running the marathon. Felt like I needed an urban run. Felt like I needed to pound the feet against some sidewalk, toughen ’em up after all those soft trail surfaces. Cool, overcast morning (we are not going to have a summer here in So Cali this year, it seems). Being on the streets is strange – nothing but signs directing you not to enter here, keep out of there, only go here during certain hours, no right turns, no left turns, wrong way, no exit…it’s not a very encouraging landscape, that’s for sure.
When I looked at the film, though, I didn’t see all the do not enter, keep out, authorized only, go away, we don’t want you, wrong way signs that seemed to circumscribe everyone’s movement through town.
What I saw instead was the usual down-at-the-heels quirkiness I love about this part of the city. I saw all the signs of folks asserting themselves and their lives despite assorted authorities attempts to circumscribe and organize us. I saw all sorts of signs of gritty optimism, the kind that you don’t see in the clean, orderly, middle class parts of town.
As for the run itself, well, decent pace, felt good, my quads are a little sore, gotta watch the achilles tendon in the left (recently injured) foot – it hurts if I don’t stretch it out, and keep stretching it out – after a run. But all of that stuff is not so interesting, really.