My Morning Jog

I've been running again. It's been about a month now, and it's been slow going. Literally. The first day I went out for a quick jog around the block, my miles were 11:30. I'm not sure that qualifies as running. At my dad's suggestion, I've stopped keeping track of how fast I'm running for now. I've just been putting on my shoes and hitting the road (or treadmill at the Y, depending on how hot it is).

This week, the weather has actually cooled down quite a bit and the mornings have made running outside tolerable. So I loaded up the car with the jogger and Lily and headed to a nearby park. (It's too hard to take the stroller down the streets near our house because the sidewalks are broken from huge oak roots growing beneath them. It's a bit inconvenient.)

And I ran.

The park is beautiful. It's right beside the art museum, so the trail includes several art installations. There's a pond filled with Canadian geese who like to retreat from the water and pretend that we're chasing them as we run by. In the meantime, I zigzag around trying avoid stepping on or running over their droppings and explaining to Lily between heavy breaths that they are called "honkers".

She doesn't know the difference, but I like to pretend that she does.