Running in Cape Cod is a difficult experience at times. A lot of the roads are really twisty with no shoulders to speak of. I imagine that the roads were originally designed for horse and carriages and since the houses are mostly from that time too it can't be easy to widen them. Luckily there are stretches with an asphalt sidewalk to stick to and so I ran those sections over and again. I finally brought my phone on the last trip to show you my favorite highlights! First of all I bring to you: the Cape Cod Christmas house!
The photos from this run are exceptionally streaky...I forgot to clean off the lens before I set out.
Ooo ooo! Remember in the last post how I mentioned we ran into Harry Connick Jr. but Chris wouldn't let me take a stalkie of him? On my run that morning I could have sworn that this man (walking away in the distance) was Henry Winkler. Yeah, that's right, the Fonz himself. Turns out it is highly unlikely that it was him but I had just seen "Here Comes the Boom" (better than the reviews say) and thought it looked just like him! Henry, was that you?
Whale whale whale...what have we here?
I wanted to stop at this book store SO bad...unfortunately it was exactly my turn around point and I had to run 5 miles more before I could indulge in a book.
The tiniest post office I've seen on the East coast. Also possibly ever.
A bird feeder that is a replica of the house whose lawn it's sitting on. Gah!
If we end up in the same area again I am taking this road!
Lastly, Thor's brother's house. Perhaps he was banished to the Cape after his last kerfuffle with the King..
In a quick mostly unrelated story, I ran my long run this morning in very different conditions. It was -6 degrees when I woke up at 5:43 to get ready so I layered on top with an underarmour, two thin wicking layers over that and finally the reflective jacket Chris got me for Christmas, then I layered two pants on the bottom half. Then I added my ninja mask and my hat that I cut a hole for my pony tail in along with a pair of realllllly warm mittens. And after all that I noticed that two miles in my eyelashes were beginning to stick together each time I blinked. Turns out the steam from my breath and the water from my eyes mixed to instantly freeze my eyelashes and the ice kept growing on them. Fourteen miles later, here is the end result:
Have a great day!