I definitely made up a song as we pulled into Bozeman. B-o-z-e-m-a-n. Ba ba ba Bozeman! Boooo-zeman! Ba-ba-ba-Bozeman! Boooo-zeman. I hadn’t realized I would love the town at the time, but my appreciation of this little mountain town grew steadily from the moment we entered the city limit until the moment we exited (taking photos by the “Welcome!” sign. Yep, that’s how much we liked it).
I was staying with friends, both of whom run occasionally, so of course I asked about pathways I might want to check out. Both friends lit up, saying “The Greenway!” First, they told me, run to the library. (You’ll know it’s the library because it’s the best looking building in the area, and the only modern architecture on the block.) Any run that begins at a library (and thus the possible aroma of books) is enough to make me race for my shoes. With a hug, and an assurance of Ethiopian coffee and cake for breakfast when I returned, I was out the door.
Though a weekday, early morning on the Greenway was quiet for the first forty-five minutes. The path takes a back way from one part of town to another, rarely crossing streets and mostly taking a flat approach to transit. I had the good fortune of getting to witness back yards of tiny houses, the front of gingerbread style homes, entrances to parks, and eventually, the front of Montana State University.
I left the path then, eager to see the University that taught me sugar cereals existed back when I was a lass, and ran through the academic institution. Brick buildings, sleepy-eyed students and secretaries…but alas, I couldn’t find the dorms. After a delay thanks to me getting lost and stubbornly refusing to use my GPS unless the situation became dire, I found the Greenway and ran back toward the library. This time, the path had more people on it – walking dogs, commuting on bike, and a few guys even running (they waved hello as we passed each other).
Back at the apartment building (a historic structure complete with weighted windows, stairs sans a railing, and odd building design choices) I stopped outside the door, dropped to the floor, and did a set of sit-ups. Admittedly, I was embarrassed to curl up and down for two minutes in front of friends – it’s just not something I feel like sharing (I know, right? That’s the one thing I don’t want to share!?!)
Cake was offered, complete with homemade buttercream frosting. Breakfast of champs. And running travelers.