Bluebird day

Nice 8 mile run,1 mile walk.

It is almost chilly!!

I love it.

The best part?  It's 5 o'clock and the children have decided they are going "Out Into The Wild" decked with airsoft guns, back packs, and hammer because, "you never know when you'll need a hammer."

Me?  I'm thinking about two women at a retirement home that started a story yesterday and may get a little editing today.

Do you see him?

I ran into a snake today on my long run.

Not good because those know that on a long run, you cannot stop because if you stop once then you convince yourself that walking is OK.

But I didn't smash him, I just took a picture and watched him cross the road.

Wondering, "Why did the snake cross the road?"

Oh, and the adrenaline rush from that - well, it helped me limp through the last few miles.

Thanks Slithery Slithery Snake  (say that with "th's" not "S's")

Bethania - I love this place!

Our resident organic CSA prepping the fields for the summer.

Cold morning run, but the sunshine made it beautiful.

This is such an awesome little town.

Trails, cafe, quirky neighbors.

4:44 minute mile?

Way to go Jay.  Fell into the meet.

Screaming and yelling like a fool.

He ran a mile in 4:44

Max celebrated because technically that was his birthday.

He told Jay that's why he did it.

As a runner, I am amazed.

As a friend, I am blown away.

Way to go Jay!!

Running on a winter's day

You never know what you will find on the trail.

A dog chasing a deer, who stops in mid run to come over and sniff your leg.

Some leftover snow

And a couple walking on a winter morning

Not sure why the umbrella is up.

But watching them walk by holding hands 

Makes me smile.

The Winter Day

It starts as stillness

The air changes

There's a short pause

then it starts.

Snow falling gently

cleansing the path

as my feet

create a rhythm of

crunch, crunch, crunch.

Meditation

breathing

becomes a series of

white puffs

The mind taking a break

as Mother Nature paints her canvas white.

Cold Artwork

I love running on trails on cold mornings.

The only sound is the crunch of my feet as they hit the frozen ground.

Sometimes something stops me in my tracks.

Sometimes it is an animal, a deer, or listening to a woodpecker.

Today it was the design on the ice in a small puddle waiting for the sun.

The lines are straight, but go in all different directions.

The white looks frosty as the day heats up, changing it to water.

Made me think of Snow White - maybe I was the queen,

Looking into the frosty mirror, saying,

"Mirror, Mirror"

What would it reply?