|The path along the Nidda River|
Last night, at the track session I supervise at Adcock Park in Gosford, one of the runners, Jodie, was telling us about his daunting business travel itinerary for the next couple of weeks and we were discussing the challenges of running and minding your diet on such trips. Europe was going to be part of his journey and it put me in mind of the time I was working and living, part-time, in Frankfurt in the early 1990s, and my favourite regular "garbage" run there (see post titled St Louis for the explanation of a garbage run).
|My run took me close to the Bundesbank|
I grew to love my regular Frankfurt morning run which was a little under 14km and took me about an hour in those days. It usually started in darkness as I headed west through quiet narrow apartment-lined residential streets for a few kilometres before reaching open parkland in the city's northwest. My most vivid memory of this run is the loud twittering of thousands of birds in the trees each morning as the eastern skies brightened. I don't know what type they were, probably something like sparrows or starlings, and they were there every morning. Even now, when I hear the loud sound of thousand of birds all twittering at once, my mind immediately goes back to that dawn run through Frankfurt.