A Spring Weekend in Cary, NC (And Why It Surprised Me)

A winding asphalt road stretches into the distance, flanked by lush green trees under a bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds.
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🚗 Arriving in the Research Triangle

My husband, John, and I could feel the energy shift as we hit the bumper-to-bumper metallic river of I-40. Earlier, we had driven through sparse traffic as we passed rolling hills of idyllic farms and pastureland. Like marquee lights, exits to various tourist attractions—Big Walker Lookout, New River Trail State Park, Pilot Mountain State Park, and Mt. Airy—stood out in bright contrast against the serene landscape. Eastern redbuds, their branches bursting with pinkish-lavender blossoms, waved their welcome as we traveled farther south toward our weekend destination, Cary, NC. 

We knew little about the area other than that it was the host town of the Tobacco Road Marathon and Half Marathon, an event in which I would be running. However, we left wondering why more people weren’t talking about Cary as a long-weekend escape. 

Map of the Tobacco Road Half Marathon route, showing mile markers, water stops, spectator parking, and medical aid stations, along with an elevation profile at the bottom.
Screenshot of the map Tobacco Road Marathon.

Before arriving, I conducted a bit of research. I learned that Cary is known for being part of the Research Triangle region. It has close proximity to Raleigh, Durham, and Chapel Hill, as well as the three universities they represent—NC State, Duke, UNC—and Raleigh-Durham International Airport. 

🪻🌷Spring in Full Bloom

A vibrant park scene with blooming pink trees, pathways, and visitors enjoying the outdoor space. There are playground structures and people engaging in various activities amidst the greenery.
Redbuds line Downtown Cary Park

Spring had already adorned itself in Cary. Dogwood trees lined the orderly, sidewalk-edged streets, and their distinct pink and white petals danced in the March breeze. The splayed arms of the sunny-yellow branches of forsythia seemed ready to hug passersby on an early evening stroll or jog. Throughout the hotel parking lot, thousands of white plum blossoms, with their pungent, spicy scent, vibrated in the blustery winds as we made our way inside. 

The mild spring weather continued throughout the weekend as John and I discovered what makes Cary a hidden gem. We first noticed that it is pedestrian-friendly, with sidewalks spanning much of the town. Just as striking was the number of restaurants, coffee shops, and stores—many locally owned and distinctly unique. Cary also seamlessly blends modern development with historic charm in a way from which many other towns could learn.

🏫⛪️Why Downtown Cary Works So Well

Downtown Cary showcases that balance perfectly. Historic homes and buildings sit alongside murals and public art, the Cary Arts Center, and a restored 1964 theater. At its heart is Downtown Cary Park, a seven-acre family-centered space featuring a walkable botanical garden, dog park, recreation areas, a pavilion, open lawn, and a children’s play area remarkable for its creativity. Adjacent to it, a spacious public library further reinforces the sense of community.

🌮🍕🍞A Surprisingly Great Food Scene

Cary’s dining scene is just as inviting. With our very different approaches to eating, John and I appreciated the wide range of options, from local gems to familiar favorites. Though we sampled only a few, each proved memorable. 

On our first night, we chose Toreros Family Mexican Restaurant, highly recommended by locals and hotel staff. After enjoying excellent service and flavorful dishes—Nachos Toreros for John and veggie fajitas for me—we understood why!

Famous Toastery earned two visits from us for brunch, offering gluten-free and plant-based options for me alongside hearty homestyle fare for John. We also dined at Cary’s Mellow Mushroom, a national chain that embraces local culture through its décor, local emphasis, and menu. It’s one of the best locations we’ve visited, with both food and service exceeding our expectations.

Another standout was Goji y Agave, also known as Goji Bistro, where two kitchens—one Asian, one Mexican, create a uniquely blended menu. The result felt like a culinary story of two distinct traditions meeting in surprising harmony. For me, the highlight was a robust gluten-free selection that extended well beyond the usual limited offerings.

😂Yes, We Ended Up at Bass Pro Shop🎣

Of course, John spied the Bass Pro Shop as soon as we drove into town, so I knew a visit was inevitable. As a freshwater angler, John relishes any opportunity to connect with fellow anglers. I didn’t mind; he always supports my running, and since this trip was centered on my race, I was happy to indulge him. Besides, the store’s assortment of outdoorsy curiosities never fails to entertain. 

Exterior view of the Sportsman's Center building under a clear blue sky, featuring a wooden structure with a prominent sign for Bass Pro Shops.

📝Reasons We’d Go Back

Our weekend in Cary passed quickly. With race events taking up much of one day, we ran out of time to explore everything—proof that Cary deserves more than a brief visit. We hoped to hike trails in Hemlock Bluffs Nature Preserve and wander the JC Raulston Arboretum. We also missed the Fenton district, a 92-acre social “Eat. Shop. Play.” destination, and Bond Brothers Brewery, where John might have sampled local craft beer. 

We came to Cary because the Tobacco Road Marathon and Half-Marathon coincided with the start of our school’s spring break. We left knowing that even without a race, this unassuming town is well worth the trip. Running brought us to Cary, but it wasn’t the only thing that made us want to return.

Cary is a quiet masterpiece hidden in the heart of North Carolina’s Research Triangle. We were captivated by the warmth and diversity of the people we encountered, the town’s charm, and its unexpected offerings. It rewards both careful planners and those, like us, who simply wander. Perhaps your travels will lead you there one day too.

Best season to visit: Spring

Closest airport: RDU

Best for: Couples, runners, foodies, weekend travelers

Don’t miss: Downtown Cary Park

Running Free

How Jeff Galloway’s run-walk-run method helped me become a runner—and find joy along the way

“I hear the music. I feel the beat. And for a moment… I am free…”—Florence + the Machine

🌿Finding My Rhythm on Tobacco Road

I was running along the rolling, pine-scented path of the American Tobacco Trail (ATT), a rail-to-trail near Cary, NC, as part of the Tobacco Road Marathon/Half-Marathon. The air was brisk, and the sun had just begun its ascent. Shards of brilliant light cut through towering pine trees. The race was promoted as “fast and flat” with its gentle ascents and descents. At the start, thousands of runners packed tightly together, jostling and elbowing forward. By mid-race, I settled into a steady rhythmic cadence, independent of those around me. As “Free” by Florence + the Machine began to play in my ear, I felt “free,” lit from within. In that moment, I realized that feeling was not accidental—it was learned–taught and modeled by one of the best.

Map of the Tobacco Road Half Marathon course, showing the route with mile markers, water stops, spectator parking, and medical aid stations. Includes an elevation profile at the bottom.
Screenshot of the Tobacco Road Marathon.

Who Gets to Call Themselves a Runner?

While I would never describe myself as an athlete, I have tried to be active and exercise throughout my adult years. Aerobics, step-aerobics, biking, walking, hiking, weight lifting, and yoga have all been activities I have returned to over the decades. However, running seemed intimidating. I equated it with those who were “naturally athletic,” fast, long-legged, and thin. I believed running was for those who could run seemingly effortlessly, without walking, for 30–60 minutes or longer. It was a barrier I tried to overcome, but felt like I repeatedly “failed.” Then, I read about something called the run-walk-run method, originated by Jeff Galloway, and all of the intimidation and barriers appeared, from the outside, surmountable. 

💡A Different Way to Begin

Galloway, a former Olympic runner (1972) was the founder of the first specialty running shoe store. Through his books, classes, workshops, training camps, and destination races across the U.S. and around the world, he expounded and demonstrated the benefits of his run-walk-run method, or “jeffing,” as it is sometimes fondly called. His empowering, emphatic message that not only are walk breaks permitted, but encouraged, redefined what it meant to be a runner. If you ran ten seconds, walked five minutes, and then ran 10 more seconds, whether you repeated it once or several times, you were a runner. 

A large crowd of participants and spectators gathered at an outdoor event, with banners and a timer displaying '2:26:06' in the background, near a finish line.
Whether walking, running, or run/walk/running, everyone still has to complete the same distance and cross the same finish line!

🔄Learning to Run—One Interval at a Time

His gentle message—consistency over intensity—resonated with me—and I am certain I am not the only one. His positive and encouraging tone convinced me to start with a run-walk-run interval plan that I could maintain for 30 minutes, and repeat three days per week. Each successive week, I ran a bit longer and walked a bit less. From there, I built gradually. Galloway, for me, and I daresay for hundreds of thousands more around the world, didn’t just change how I approached running—he freed me to change how I think about running. 

🚶‍♀️➡️🏃‍♀️From Walking to Running

Like countless others who encountered Galloway’s message, I gradually shifted from mostly walking, to equal parts walking and running, to the present day—mostly running. (And I still give myself permission to take walk breaks as needed.) 

Letting Go of What I Thought Running “Should” Be

This incremental shift, spread out over months, increased my self-assurance (thinking of myself more often as a runner) and made running feel sustainable. Galloway’s method allowed me to discover enjoyment, replacing what had once felt like pressure about how I believed running “should” be. I suspect I am not the only one who found the door to running opened, not by pushing harder, but by being allowed to ease in. 

🎧✨The Moment It All Came Together

As I continued to pace along the Tobacco Road Half-Marathon route, listening to the music, I could feel my feet matching the cadence of the beat. My heartbeat was steady and my breathing deepened, but I was calm. It was as if in that moment, body, mind, and spirit aligned, and I felt free. I had a sense that “I can do hard things.” This is what Galloway’s message ultimately conveys—however we define “hard.”

🕊️A Legacy That Lives On

Galloway and his wife, Barb, practiced what he preached for over 50 years until his untimely passing in February of this year at the age of 80. His legacy, however, will live on through everyday runners. Those runners who, like me, now have access to a sport once considered undoable. He provided a path to longevity in the sport, and the chance to taste the freedom that comes from enjoying the experience rather than attaching to a certain performance.  

A smiling woman with glasses and a cap gives a thumbs-up gesture in a crowd of runners at night, with other participants blurred in motion around her.
If you are moving forward, you belong!

🌱The Quiet Confidence of Belonging

As I witnessed countless participants take walk breaks in the Tobacco Road Marathon/Half-Marathon, I sensed that Galloway’s legacy isn’t just in the finish lines. Rather, it’s in the unassuming confidence of runners who finally believe they belong. It is a quiet kind of wonder.

👟An Invitation to Begin

To anyone reading this who thinks they are “not a runner,” are beginners, or feel intimidated by pace, age, or comparison, I invite you to try it. Start with a walk that includes short bouts of slow, controlled running. 10–30 seconds is enough. Take a walk break. Take as many as you need. Start where you are. You don’t have to run without stopping to be a runner—you just have to begin. And if you listen, really listen—you just might find, somewhere along the way—maybe even on the ATT—that you’re free too. 

🌅Running Free

May we carry Galloway’s rhythm forward—one run, one walk break, one brave, freeing step at a time.

A smiling older man wearing a cap and light-colored jacket gives a thumbs-up gesture outdoors, surrounded by trees during dusk.
Thank you, John, for your never ending love and support of my running adventures!