Arizona’s springtime weather makes me think I could learn to love the ol’ AZ after all. With big skies that seem to always be Simpson’s blue, a gentle breeze, and a dry but steady temperature of 75, I was in no disappointed to have escaped my beach town in Orange County for a weekend of couch surfing in Tempe. And of course, I brought my running shoes.
I can’t help it. It’s not vacation if I don’t get to take a jog through new scenery! Run number one went down a bike path and then over to a waterway that looked conspicuously like the California Aquaduct. I encountered several hearty runners who bellowed “Hello!” to me with gusto that is unmatched up and down California, and realized that I have now based my entire thoughts about the running population in Arizona on those bellowers, but I’ll mention it anyway: Arizona runners are friendly!
Also, Arizona runners run at all times of the day. I saw people running from dawn til dusk and every hour in between. There was no oppressive heat, which I suppose made it easy to choose to run at any given time, but still. I felt like I was in a very fit community.
Run number two led me through “Old Town” Scottsdale, and then over into what I dubbed “The Place More Orange County than Orange County” – Passion Island Mall. Or maybe it was Fashion Square Mall. Some that sounded like an OC mall name. Hanging out on the corner of this mall was a Borders that opened eerily early on a Sunday (9am!) and a PF Chang’s. Like all PFC’s this one had an unusual assortment of art lollygagging in front of it, including a peculiar wooden structure.
I ran into the structure to seee if there was something special inside (I love a good surprise!) and found myself in a den of very tall mirrors. And then, some jazzy music started playing. Seriously. Not sure what the purpose was, and not sure I cared, I did what any girl does when faced with mirrors and music: I danced!
Arizona running: Two thumbs up!