Workboat

Workboat on the East River, taken from Williams Wharf.

Yesterday I parked the car at Williams Wharf to go for a run.

It was so bitterly cold I just started running to keep warm not knowing how far I was going to run or which route to take.

Much like how I operate in the rest of my life, I just put one foot in front of the other and told myself I'd figure it out as I went along.

Take it as it comes without a rigid plan, that's pretty much my modus operandi.

The more I ran, the clearer I was able to think.

 I mentally mapped out a six-mile route.

(I'd never gone more than 5 1/2 miles before.)

Well, due to forces beyond my control (such as VDOT doing some road work down Beaverlett and a dog that chased me in another section of the run) the first route had to be nixed. 

It was time for Plan B.

By the time I finally returned to my car, I had run seven miles total.

Seven.

Seven?

Seven!

As I was cooling down, walking around the parking lot at the wharf, I heard the familiar sound of a workboat approaching.

Luckily the camera was in the car, so I was able to catch a few shots of what is nowadays, sadly, a rare sighting:

a commercial waterman.

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Have a great weekend. 

p.s. A little bird by the name of Ann Marie confirmed that this is A.J. Hurst's boat.