Run to Explore: Mexico City

There are a lot of reasons to run. I’m not training for anything right now- all I have to do is run to see some shit. It’s glorious.

My first day running in Mexico… It was dark at 6-6:30. At the hotel the front door was guarded with a gate, a security guard, and two cops on the street. I had one foot out the door so I took off. The buildings are beautiful plus my favorite thing to do when I travel anywhere is run and watch the sunrise.

I have a list of things to do when I run in sketchy neighborhoods. This includes blowing snot rockets if someone gets too close, keeping my phone in my bra, huffing/puffing/looking more like I’m having a heart attack than I really am, or just running faster.

When I lived in Worcester and ran- I would do sprints past the crack heads who would try to say inappropriate things or grab me on Main Street. This was until I decided to re-route all my runs to NOT go I that area. Needless to say- none of that happened in Mexico City.

Ran a shorter amount the first day because I had no idea how much we will walk, plus I didn’t sleep so hot and my neck hurt. Saw a homeless guy’s dick while he was peeing in some flowers. Cute old ladies planting flowers, a bunch of people walking to work. Regular city. Lots of runners too.

High altitude and pollution made it a little weird and hard to run. New York marathon will be a breeze compared to this. Took pics at street corners because otherwise how do we differentiate running adventure pictures and tourist pictures? I’ll blog about these adventures later- topics include why I love running alone on vacation and top ways to stay safe running in the hood. Running in a cool place still makes me feel better that I didn’t qualify for Boston this year. Running around Mexico City in solitude is a win, too.

During my hot bus trip to and from the pyramids I sat next to a very nice woman from Panama. She was an English professor at a University and was doing some site seeing before a conference.

She told me about the angel of revolution sculpture downtown, along with a picture of the angel from her hotel room. “Here is my bed, here is my feet, the tv, and a view of the angel looking at me through the window! What a view!” She showed me the World Cup soccer balls, and her selfie with the ball from Panama. She had come to Mexico City alone and her family was a little nervous for her, too. Either way, she told me to go see the Reforma if I had a chance.

Considering my most recent run was a little sketch, as was my solo walk the night before, I decided to head for a different part of town.

I ran from my hotel around 6:15am. This time the gate wasn’t across my hotel door. Good sign. I opened maps, didn’t see anyone’s penis, same amount of police presence, and headed for downtown. I think in retrospect the shiny District would have been a little more comfortable for a hotel.

The buildings were SO shiny. How many times can I use the word “shiny” in this post? The soccer balls were beautiful too. It took me an extra mile of getting lost on wrong streets to get there, but three miles in I took a halftime to stop and look. Didn’t find USA. Feel a little stupid about that but I looked at each corner and Jess was waiting for me to get breakfast.

I loved running in Mexico City.

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