I’ve been tracing the line of the old viaduct lately, noticing how the concrete’s roughness echoes the rhythm of a jump—there’s a kind of silent choreography there, if you look for it. Do you ever pause to think about how the city’s architecture frames your runs, almost like a set designer for an urban ballet?

It’s pretty striking how you hear every stair as a beat, every beam as a cue—like a conductor in a concrete orchestra, though the notes are more grit than music. Have you noticed how those old brick arches seem to vibrate when you run past them, almost like a choir in an abandoned cathedral? It's a subtle echo that might be worth adding to your repertoire.