Did everyone enjoy running to work on Run to Work Day? TRICK QUESTION: of course you did. We heard from many of you, pre- and post-RtWD. Here is a sampling of some of the excitement that simmered in from Internaut, followed by my own experience and photographs.

Our pal and fellow Atlantan Hall said, “Good timing! My car needs some work, so I started riding MARTA, then I realized it’d be just as quick (faster even, if you can believe it) to run commute. Plus I needed to start adding miles to my training.” Not the first time in Atlanta’s congested streets that runners and riders have outpaced transit.

Christina, who discovered the event last-minute, jumped in regardless, eager. She has a great recap with photos, and her day-before prep. You might wonder whether she successfully summited the 0.7 mile-long Torrey Pines Hill at the end of her run. Go find out! (She did. TRUMPH.)

Matt and a partner, unable to go on Feb. 24, will instead brave their run commute on April 6. “Brave” it is apt: they will run 40 miles to work. They have a debate going: “Can we be late or do we have to be at work on time?” Your thoughts?

Aggie, with a wealth of commitments and dearth of time, saw this as an opportunity to notch some miles. “My job is just some 4.5 miles away, so I usually try to alternate running to with running from work. … Between school and work the commute runs are the only option for me to get any training going during the work week.”

And our pal Byron, known locally as one of the go-to guys regarding bicycles, jumped in, too. Adventurer, he. “Achieved “mode parity” today, with my route by foot (run, not walk), bike, transit, and car all taking less than 30 min total; I could probably get them almost equal with a bit more effort.” Josh and I saw him the other day for lunch, and Byron is looking quite svelte these days. Whatever level of effort he is putting out, it is paying off.

Atlanta’s a.m. weather was amazing: high 60s and slightly humid, but not enough to chill you. I started down the block, with a double-take at the crossfit studio’s too-thin doorman.

If your bones don't hurt, you are not crosfitting hard enough.

The skeleton allows instructors to more easily point out the secret weaknesses lurking within crossfitters. Then they run up and down the block. And pick up a kettlebell.

Then across Ponce de Leon Avenue, wonderfully quiet for a Friday (perhaps everyone was running to work instead), and through the Murder Kroger parking lot. There is an angular cut-through behind Murder Kroger, designed to accommodate unloading trucks, but which most everyone uses as a regular route. Several trucks blocked the path, leaving cars to wait. I was able to squeeze through, no problems, and continue.

Old Fourth Ward Park stretches through its eponymous neighborhood between Ralph McGill Blvd. and North Ave. It has greenspace, trees, a great playground, waterfalls, an amphitheatre, and its central feature, a watershed basin, can accommodate a 500-year storm.

It is Run to Work Day!

Spring is upon us: trees are budding, fat robins are warbling off their excess, and daffodils are legion.

The Old Fourth Ward water tower is a navigational landmark. It formerly serviced a cotton goods plant and the mill town around it.

I met a woman named Kimberly at the base of the tower, and after some darting and dodging, hurled Murphy’s tennis ball, much to his shaggy delight.

Edgewood Avenue, a main corridor to downtown, will be under construction for two years, readying for Atlanta’s streetcar. Sometimes it is just dump trucks and guys in shiny vests; other times, someone is powersawing into the very earth.

And now, up the gradual hill into the city’s heart. Then up another steeper, gradual hill to the Capitol.

Yarn bombing, or grandma graffiti, has been cropping up all over the city. This shivering timber is on Edgewood.

There are two signs in other parts of the city, bearing this bird and the German words, “Stadtluft macht frei.” It translates as, “City air makes one free.”

After work, I changed gear and hustled to Candler Park to watch Laura play tennis. I stopped en route at Sevananda, the co-op grocery store (which stood in as the Piggly Wiggly in Driving Miss Daisy), for a cookie. Who do you think I encountered there? Josh, of all people, and his family, though they live several miles away. You run through a small world when you run to work.