But it wasn’t where we
started. About two-thirds of the way
through, this project led us to the house and the neighborhood that we now call
home. On our Pleasant Ridge run we came
across a stucco craftsman with an open house sign. When we returned the next day to check it
out, we fell in love with the details in the woodwork, the French doors, and
the magnolia trees in the front yard.
We hadn’t planned to buy a house (Too busy! Too much work!) and we hadn’t planned to leave Mount Lookout (Ault Park! Zips Cafe!) but on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving we found ourselves with a new set of a keys and lots of boxes to unpack.
We hadn’t planned to buy a house (Too busy! Too much work!) and we hadn’t planned to leave Mount Lookout (Ault Park! Zips Cafe!) but on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving we found ourselves with a new set of a keys and lots of boxes to unpack.
For years—living in O’Bryonville
and then Mt. Lookout—we ran on Observatory, Erie, and Madison and couldn’t
imagine any other daily routes. Back in
January, we jotted down a note to ponder throughout the year: “Choosing where
to live based on where to run… has this opened up neighborhoods we may not have
considered?”
When we ran in Pleasant Ridge on
a Saturday in early October, the park behind the Recreation Center was filled
with families, the sidewalks were shaded with trees, and there was plenty of variety
in the topography. Plus, we discovered
that there is a “Pleasant Ridge Runners” club.
Sold.
But this project hasn’t been
about making one neighborhood home. Rather, the entire city now feels
familiar.
Now, when we see Twin Towers in
the distance we know it to be in College Hill.
When someone tells us they live in Mt. Washington, we can picture them
driving past the Creamy Whip on their way home from work. When we hear a news story about any random
place, chances are it was on one of our routes and we can say, “Oh, we ran by
there.”
When
we’re driving through a place that at one time would have been unfamiliar, we
recognize a cross-street or a park, and remember the run that took us there.
With every neighborhood is a bucket list for the sites to which we will
return over the years and get to know better. There are so many: the Taft
Museum, Krohn Conservatory, Stanbery Park, the list goes on.
And even more than the sites and streets that we know,
we have an impression of each neighborhood that was formed from our firsthand
experience. We ran safely through the streets of every neighborhood,
mostly in the morning. In this way, all of the neighborhoods were
bonded--we saw them as welcoming places where two runners from some other part
of the city could show up and do their morning run.
We knew going into this year that Cincinnati has a robust
running culture and a community of runners that grows each year. Even people that don't run themselves
are spirited about supporting people that do:
the deep crowds of spectators at the Flying Pig Marathon are proof
enough. As we ran through Avondale,
Over-the-Rhine, Winton Hills and countless other neighborhoods, we received
thumbs up and words of encouragement from complete strangers.
This project gave us the opportunity to spend time
with friends who share our passion for running and our love for this city. Even better, in a few neighborhoods our friends
became our running guides and showed us their neighborhoods from the
perspective of someone who lives there.
On other runs, when a neighborhood was new to everyone our friends
learned about new places as we did.
It also gave us a chance to spend time together—to
take a short trip each week and take on a small challenge. We worked towards a shared goal and laughed a
lot while doing it. After a few weeks,
it was clear that running was the easy part and that the real challenge would
be plotting the courses and writing the recaps.
Now, just as we had found our rhythm, we’ve reached 52.
This Saturday was the first in a long time that we
didn’t wake up and drive together to the start of a carefully charted route in
an unfamiliar neighborhood. Instead, we
each ran alone through our new neighborhood and then up Montgomery into Kennedy Heights.
Since we moved to Pleasant Ridge in late November, it has been dark in the morning before work and then dark again when we get home. Because of the shorter days our daily runs have been a bit disorienting, and this past Saturday’s was one of the first we’ve been able to do in the daylight. It made us realize that although this project has officially ended, from now on we’ll run with a different perspective. We’ll take more notice of the places around us. We’ll ask our friends to join us. We’ll wave to other runners. We’ll seek out new routes.
Since we moved to Pleasant Ridge in late November, it has been dark in the morning before work and then dark again when we get home. Because of the shorter days our daily runs have been a bit disorienting, and this past Saturday’s was one of the first we’ve been able to do in the daylight. It made us realize that although this project has officially ended, from now on we’ll run with a different perspective. We’ll take more notice of the places around us. We’ll ask our friends to join us. We’ll wave to other runners. We’ll seek out new routes.
And because Cincinnati is home, every run will be a Run 52.
-Kayla and Donnie
