Showing posts with label running group. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running group. Show all posts

The Road Less Traveled By



Colleen Yorke
Navigational Street Art and Directions  By Colleen Yorke
From catching a train or a plane, landing somewhere out of this world, and discovering new corners and niches, I love traveling the road not taken. When I started running, I realized an entirely different way to sight-see. From the canals of Georgetown through the wind tunnels of Chicago, through the heat of Palm Springs, over the rocks of Arizona, and across the snow of Berlin, I have traveled on many roads. Some grassy, and some with more wear. Uncharted roads lead to new horizons and stretch our comfort zones.

Where modern interstates invade, the road often is reduced to a frontage, or just a stretch of disconnected concrete lines leading to nowhere. Repeatedly, in my life, I have followed a road that seemed to go against the flow only to be led to a dead end, or seen it disintegrate into raw dirt. But now and then, even if it is just in passing, I come across those stretches that retain a sense of steadfastness, loyalty, and untouched innocence. They remind of a time before drive-ins were replaced by drive-throughs. 

Traveling and running broaden our repertoire and allow memorable adventures. It does not always have to be around the world. Selecting smaller, off-the-beaten paths in our home city can equally result in colorful, unique new experiences. Sometimes these less traveled by roads are peppered with enough twists, turns, roots and rocks to keep us on our toes and dazzle our senses at the same time. Infinitely accessible, easy to do, and entirely gimmick-free, in as few as thirty minutes per day, running can provide incredible physical, mental and emotional stimulation that will carry over into other parts of our lives. 

So, in the spirit of Joni Mitchell and her Big Yellow Taxi, know what you’ve got, lace up your running shoes, and let your inner runner take you on a "run-cation".

Exploring the oldest street of Los Angeles

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By Colleen Yorke
Navigational Art and Directions By Colleen Yorke, © 2015.
Olvera Street, which is named after the first Superior Court Judge of Los Angeles County, is where it all began. Connecting point, communal meeting place, starting block of a journey: The some 233 years' aged throughfare is Los Angeles' oldest street. Vintage footage can be seen in Charlie Chaplin's 1921 film “The Kid”.
Olvera Street, Scene from "The Kid"
Today Olvera Street is a tourist attraction and a living museum, paying homage to a romantic vision of old Mexico. The central plaza is decked with small vendor stands selling colorful piƱatas, puppets, Mexican pottery, mounted bull horns, and oversized sombreros. One could easily and enjoyably spend a whole day here watching the comings and goings of tourists and locals alike. Although it is not a large square, it is filled with people of all age groups. Numerous young people sit on the edges of a fountain, talking, taking pictures or texting on their cell phones, while their parents head for the stalls of the small souvenir market-alley, or the outdoor restaurants. 
Tonight the DTLA Running Group is exploring what a place can hold after the public leaves. We are running three different routes, 3, 4 and 5 miles, at a pace everyone is comfortable with. As always, the rule of thumb is: "If we can't talk, one of us is probably running too fast." See you on the road!

An Edge to Walk

By Colleen Yorke
Navigational Artwork and Directions By Colleen Yorke, © 2015.


There is no path.
The path is made by walking
Or running.
Trails are lines of thought.
They meander,
Crisscross each other,
Fold,
And flow off in
Odd directions.
Emotions are no more visible
Than the wind,
Until they touch something.
There is nothing
Out of place here.
How could there be,
It's nature.
An edge to walk.
Or run.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2014.
(Repost from Walking With Strangers)

Love Letters to Los Angeles

By Colleen Yorke
Navigational Art and Directions By Colleen Yorke, © 2015.
Los Angeles is an ever evolving living collage of characters and impressions. Lost and found souls, trying to find their way through Los Angeles’ unpredictability, take comfort in the chaos. As the city grows on the characters, they grow with it. Small villages inspired from memories of life abroad pop up everywhere; street signs and storefronts remind of  a home away from home.

In the east side of city, by MacArthur Park, conversations shift to Spanish. A smell of chili and grilled cheese lingers in the air. The walks are littered with wet paper, crushed orange-drink cartons, and broken glass. Some rusting car bodies, compacted into cubes, are stacked behind a steel-mesh fence. Large murals of arrested moments, astonishingly three-dimensional, appear to leap out of the worn-out white-stucco barrios.

Life happens, we all have our favorite L.A. stories, which have influenced us, shaped us and helped us to discover who we are. Young voices contribute fresh perspectives. Retro comes back into style with a twist that makes them feel new all over again. In the image-making capital of the world, adding our footprint in a city that is constantly reinventing itself is maybe purpose enough.

So, tonight, put on your running shoes and join the DTLA Running Group for a beautiful night run to MacArthur Park!

Across the Cornfields

By Colleen Yorke
Navigational Artwork and Directions By Colleen Yorke, © 2015.




For me, my introduction to the DTLA Running Group and committed running, began with 'the Dipper'. It is a straight dip down from Pershing Square to the cornfields near the Los Angeles Historic Park. Away from the city, on soft ground and with quite a view, the run has plenty to offer:

Far across the cornfields I go
Little twigs nipping under my feet
By Colleen Yorke
The Cornfields, 2015.

While my heart is at home
Underneath a road so steep
Surrounded by fog's mask
But up to the task.
Can't remember when it was dark
When the sun came up
A folded pocket somewhere
Holding your stories close
Ghosts they reappear
In mountains stacked with fear
Said I could not get anywhere
Though far away
We are still the same
Beyond the blind jungle
Signature of a rainbow
My heart is at home. 

© All rights reserved. Colleen Yorke. 2014.