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| - My daughter's become obsessed, infatuated, really, with this Greenway. Her grandpa (my dad) gave her a bike for her birthday recently, so all she wants to do is take her bike to the Greenway. And she wants her dad to run alongside with her. So this past Saturday, in spite of the looming thunderstorm that threatened to ruin our day, me and my wife and our daughter went for a stroll/bike ride.
I promised my wife I wouldn't go for a run while we were there. I love running, but, lately, this seriously bad case of plantar faciitis has cruelly cramped my running style. I can't run long distances without feeling as if some vile scoundrel is taking a ballpeen hammer to my heels. Ye-ouch! Also, my wife doesn't like to run, because of her knees, and the last thing she wants is to see her husband run off and get his 4.5 miles while having to mind a willful and unruly 5-year-old while trying to get her own workout in. So, bad feet and all, I cede to her wishes and opt to power walk along side her, while our daughter pedals ahead of us. I don't care for power walking. Me, I want something with a bit more impact. But, promises are promises.
That promise lasted 1/4 of a mile. My daughter decides, no, INSISTS, that I run along side her. She's peddling fast, so she wants someone to be next to her so she doesn't get herself too far ahead, and have to turn her little head around and see where Mommy and Daddy are. I turn to my wife, and she gives me this, "Oh, FINE, GO ON, ABANDON ME!" look, and off I run.
Much to my delight, my feet are holding up well, thanks to a brand-new pair of New Balance 730 running shoes that are just the right fit for me. So much so that I've bought 2 pairs of these, one in a blue and yellow combination, the other in a red and grey combo. Put these shoes side by side, and I made this observation: one pair of shoes is Ohio State, the other Michigan. And I couldn't care any less about that blood rivalry, but the color schemes made me think of that. Why? Well, it's kind of obvious, no?
ANYWAY...so my feet are holding up well, and my daughter and I make the run/bike ride from the McMullen Creek entrance, off Johnston Road, to the edge of the Piper Glen shops off Rea Road, and back. All together, a good 4 mile trek. And Mom kept up with us quite nicely, so let's give her a hearty round of applause! Along the way, I pointed to a couple of turtles lounging on the path, much to my daughter's surprise.
That same night, though...ugh, the proverbial water-boarding of my feet was taking place. I could barely walk. No joke. Utter agony. Of course, my wife shakes her head and tells me, quite perturbed, that someday I'll listen to her and give up running. Will I? Sure. When my feet are chopped off.
I can't wait for this coming Tuesday, when I go see my primary care physician for my annual physical, and convince him to give me a Cortisone shot. Yeah, I know, Cortisone...once you start, you can't stop. It's like crack. Yeah, well, my feet need some fixin'.
Actually, this wasn't a review. It's a greenway, folks. Lush and green and well-kept, perfect for runners and bicyclists and pedestrians. I love this place, and so will you, even if you just want to go for a leisurely stroll, or if you want to walk your dog.
Thank you, Charlotte and Mecklenburg County. Because the future belongs to greenways.
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