I hate running. I really do. Ever since recess stopped being a thing in school, I’ve despised long-distance running (with “long-distance” being defined as anything over a quarter mile).
This said, there’s something about being able to explore a new (to me) and famous (so not new…) city on foot that makes me like running multiple miles a whole lot more. It probably doesn’t hurt that I stop after every quarter mile or so to take pictures and ogle at something exciting, but I digress…
These morning runs through Sydney’s most renowned coastal landmarks have become routine for me during my four days in Sydney. Between the heat and the jetlag, I’m awake by 5:30/6am every morning anyways, and with so much city to see and so little open or available to do at such an hour, there’s nothing better than the prospect of a brisk jog down the same route I took that first morning in Sydney (with a few differences in track / stops to spice things up, of course).
Since I’m used to running no more than a quarter-mile at a time, my jogs are a great opportunity to stop and enjoy the glorious details of some of the greatest Sydney sites when none of the other tourists have hauled themselves out of bed yet.
My path usually takes me down the wharf, where I’ll watch the sun rise over Sydney’s snoozing battleships, then up to Mrs. MacQuarie’s Point to that perfect, postcard view of the harbor, then I’ll cut through the gardens down to the path along the water to the Opera House, then back up through the Botanical Gardens, through which I’ll meander aimlessly, appreciating the birds and the trees (and once a big lizard!) until one of the paths spits me out near a road I recognize and then I’ll head back to the hostel.
With sights like this, Sydney will make a runner of me yet.