Running is my favorite way to explore new places, and loping through my new town has proven to be quite interesting. Although I must admit that getting lost in the car has been another excellent way to find little delightful places to go. For example, the Swap Meet on Saturdays would not have been noticed had I not been traveling by truck. And I never would have found the Orange County Back Bay had I not stumbled across it while lost and looking for a swimming pool.
I have indeed found places because of my feet, too. Just today, I came across a sign for the local Farmer’s Market (thank God, I was wondering!), and maybe even more exciting, I found my first hill!! Orange County tends to be flat I have noticed, but there, in the park behind the dog park (aptly named the Bark Park), was an honest to blog hill. I think it was a man-made endeavor, unless perhaps the queen ants caught an episode of the Housewives of Orange County and instructed their worker-ants to slave away to build them the biggest hill of all. After four days of flatlands, the hill was a welcome change of terrain, and I ran up, down, and around it with gusto. Mentioning that it’s a pretty tiny hill is moot, since it’s the only one I’ve got. Thought I was only halfway to begging, that doesn’t mean I can be choosey.
Other discoveries: the local tutoring center located directly next to the local sexy lingerie store, the grid street formation of three different cities, the closest Target to my house (which I didn’t want to know, but which came in handy), a fancy-pants golf course, the local bookstore (!!!), an under-populated route to the beach, the airport, the library, and signs to city hall (though not yet city hall itself). All in all, a good haul for only four days.
Maybe the best part about my desire to check out new places? It makes my runs a little longer…that might just be the flatlands, though.