All these months, I hemmed and hawed because I had convinced myself that Moscow was a terrible city to run in. Turns out I was wrong. Yes, running up Tverskaya or the Garden Ring is a bad idea. But tonight, I found that if you stick to the back streets, it’s actually fun.
As I got ready to run tonight, I yet again faced the quandary of what to do with my keys. In the States, this is not a problem. I could get it down to one little key that I could tuck in the key pocket of many running shorts. Here my keys look like this:
Tucking them into a key pocket isn’t so easy. I found a solution, but one that my mom probably won’t approve of.
For today’s run, I queued up Steph’s “Heading Out I” on my iPod. I think she intended it as pre-party music, but since she had delivered it to me in Lisbon, I’ve found that it works equally well as a cleaning mix and a running mix. Though Steph, the Biebs really does sound like a girl.
Since I’ve spend about 95% of my 8 months in Moscow totally lost, once I find a way to get somewhere, I don’t deviate it. This has significantly improved my rate of arriving places on time, but means that I haven’t explored my neighborhood.
Today, with no deadlines, I let myself get lost in the area behind my building. Wish I realized there were so many cute restaurants and shops while my parents were in town! I kept winding my way around and secretly enjoyed running past the Chabad Synagogue in my neighborhood in running shorts and a tank.
Heather, I’ve decided I’m going to need to keep a daily count of all the couples I run into making-out just for you. Again, probably upwards of a dozen in a 40 minute run today. Most were in the park, but at least two just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk right in front of me. And I’m not talking about a little peck either.
Ended my run with a couple of laps around the pond — I think I’m providing a lot of amusement for the Russians sitting on benches drinking beers. By that point in my run, I’m sure I was not looking attractive, but noticed a few smiles as I panted around the perimeter.
I forgot how great it is to get to know a city by running, but my new effort reminds me how much more you see when you give yourself the freedom to just wander about instead of focusing on getting somewhere. There’s so much people watching to be done in Moscow — can’t wait for my next run.