I didn’t intend on this becoming a running blog, but since it’s one of the few things I do other than work and surf the net, I guess it only makes sense that I’d write about it. And if I’m going to write about it, I might as well make that writing useful. So, for instance, by mentioning here that I’m planning on running the Potsdam Castles Marathon (sorry, the site is only in German) on June 1 I have publicly committed myself to it. Which should hopefully increase the odds of it actually happening.
So in preparation I’ve already begun to build up mileage. Because–let’s be honest–I don’t only want to finish, I want a decent time. Ideally, 4 hours.
Anyway, with that preparation in mind I ran 18 miles on Saturday morning. Slow, but decent; I was looking for endurance, not speed. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I actually turned around at the border of the next state south, which is amusing because my favorite thing about my run back in Berlin (its own state) is that it takes me into Brandenburg.
But the point of me writing all of this wasn’t to brag about running to another state, or to announce my marathon intentions, but rather to report on the strange sight I witnessed on my way back: swans, standing in line after a few pedestrians, apparently waiting for a ferry to come back across the Rhine. And when I say swans, I mean giant swans.
Though I did not actually see them get on the ferry, I can only assume they thought the water too cold for a swim across. Or perhaps they were hoping to become the stars of a sequel to that instant classic, Snakes on a Plane.
