it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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it's been a good year for the roses

It was 35 degrees this morning when I got outside for my run, and I saw the effects--everything is so much easier when it's cold out, and I'm so much more comfortable in my skin. Because I was feeling so strong, I decided to see if I could add an extra mile to my route, which took me through the rose garden a little after dawn while the frost was still on the grass. It looked like this, only without the crappy cell phone pixellation:

Worth getting up at six and putting on your running shoes.

For a little more New England In October Porn, here's another blurry cellphone shot, which I took when ashacat and I went for a walk in the woods on Monday:

I am so glad I live here.

Anyway, I am feeling pretty smug, because I ran the whole four miles, barring a brief walk at about the two-and-a-half mile mark while I got my wind back. That was pretty awesome. I feel awesome. It was one of those days when the months and months of hard work pays off, and everything works. I guess my next step is improving my time, isn't it? Because four miles is enough distance. (I might move it up to five when I'm running faster.)

And now I am sitting here in my sweaty underwear and not even feeling particularly wiped out. Score!

Also, I have a loaf of bread rising in the robot (I will take it out and bake it in the oven, when it has fluffed up a bit more) and I have plans to meet with kayselkiemoon this afternoon for a road trip to New Hampshire, where we will be attending a concert by Mr. Andrew Bird.

Also, cutest photo ever.

349.5 miles to Rauros Falls.

What a swell morning.
Tags: get out in the park, quinnehtukqut, walking to mordor bakson
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