Midway through an 8 a.m. five-mile run with a friend of mine, I was thinking about how I could best capture the distance milestone in this blog. After all, it’s not every day you get to cross the Founders and Charter Oak Bridges in one run.

I thought about further highlighting my observations of the Hartford skyline, or doing more research on some of the historic floods that are marked along the path. I even considered highlighting how ashamed I was of myself for not realizing the trail I was running existed for the five-plus years I’ve lived here! (I wonder if the great folks at Sad City Hartford know about this bad boy of a trail?)

Alas, it wasn’t until I showed up at my parents house after the run, that an idea popped into my head. Actually, it wasn’t my idea, but rather my dad’s — who by the way is quite possible the biggest (and hopefully not the only) — fan of this blog.

What you see on the left is the product of running an unmarked trail on the East Hartford side of the Connecticut River. What you don’t see is the ridiculous amount of mud and soaking puddles that my feet, ankles and shins, were subjected to. As my friend noted, it felt like quicksand. And they’re probably right. There was a hot second or two when I thought I was going to have to tweet for help or re-enact a scene from an Indiana Jones movie. Fortunately it didn’t come to that.

The photo on the right is the aftermath of a five-minute wash with a good ‘ole fashioned hose.  And just like that, the New Balance 730s were like new.

There’s a couple of lessons to be learned from this run. I won’t bore you with them, unless of course, you really want to know. But I can confirm that there’s no quicksand Hartford. Only East Hartford.

Until later – RR.