When I lived in a place lacking in scenery, I promised myself that if I ever lived somewhere interesting, I would run as often as I could. To be honest, I was picturing myself running along the National Mall, or the Willamette River in Portland -- I never imagined it would be around the lakes of Minnesota.
But here I am. And after almost two months of living here, I... decided to go for a run. Let's be honest, though: it was really more of a 1/4 run, 1/4 walk, 1/4 stop and take pictures, and 1/4 stalkeresquely stop a girl because she was wearing an LSU shirt. There were also several minutes of sitting at the banks of a lake and listening to Andrew Belle.
I like to use the term "run" loosely.