With a stiff wind blowing in from the east and 15,000 runners preparing to head west, things could have gone south for us as we made our way around Madison’s capitol square last Saturday.
Our first trip of the season to the Madison Farmer’s Market coincided with the 33rd annual Crazy Legs Run and our little party, which ranged in age from 75 to six, approached the square with some trepidation.
One lap later, our bellies full of fresh baked goods and fried cheese, we realized that no conditions, not rain, nor wind, nor amped up racers, could mute the thrill of open air shopping.
Our loot included the elusive arugula, “frost sweetened” spinach, fresh daffodils and warm loaves of spicy cheese bread.
Meanwhile, all around us, participants in the Crazy Legs Classic, an 8 kilometer run or a two mile walk, milled about waiting for the start of the legendary race that begins at the Capitol and ends at Camp Randall.
While I would have loved to jump into the race, amped up with music from the Badger band, high-fiving the football players I saw at the starting line, and cruising along beautiful Lake Mendota, I still enjoyed my mellower morning, meandering through cheerful stalls, sharing a bite of a delicious chocolate croissant with my super cute niece Erin, and reveling in the sights, sounds, and smells of a Saturday in spring.