I love running in Chicago, the massive expanse of the grid system and the endless lake shore are perfect for long runs, endless views and the road before you unfolds at your feet; theres lots to explore but you never get 'lost'. London is different, its winding streets, dead ends and serpentine river carves its way west to east, with almost uncountable beautiful bridges crossing back and forth. Each turn taken out of curiosity leads to something entirely unexpected. Discovered today; a multitude of cosy riverside pubs that i can't take my wife to for Sunday lunch; who knew Hammersmith bridge was so beautiful!; enchanting private gardens on the river, seperated from their owners homes by a cobbled street; and on the south bank heading home, Gustav Holst's house; so a captivating run it took me twice as far as planned. [7.82m - 01:01:42 - 07:54/m]
Riverside gardens on the Thames
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