A typical yet not so typical morning
The other day, I was out on my morning run trying to get it in before my little man and I were off to start our busy day outside of the house. I had gone back and forth about getting out. Mostly, I just wanted an hour or so to myself before he woke up, but lately he has been waking up between 5:30 and 6. On this particular morning, he was stirring around 5. I can’t get anything accomplished knowing that he is about to be fully awake. My husband leaves the house just before 5:30 and I take those few precious moments with him waking up. Blah! Ha! Up waking up. At least we get to say hi to each other even if it isn’t filled with substance. When the kiddo is up this early, I just want him to curl up on the couch with me and fall back to sleep in my arms. I start getting the lazy feeling.
He wasn’t having it. I don’t know why I thought he would since he hasn’t for about a year now. I just want those baby snuggles from my 2 year old. Did I just say that? 2?!! Already?!!? Now back to the running thing. He wasn’t having it, so I got him and the dog ready and we headed out on a beautiful fall morning run. I was keep this one short, so that we would have time to get ready when we got home. A quick 3 miler is better than nothing. My ideal weekday runs would be nothing shorter than 5 miles and my weekends would be ideally 10 milers. This of course would be when I wasn’t training for the next big marathon.
Fall is upon us
The 50 degree air felt crisp and delightful. This is the time of year that I absolutely love running. There is also that fall smell in the air. You know the one I am talking about right? The slightly damp leaves on the ground. They haven’t reached their nasty state yet. This reminds me of the trail I used to run on back in Bozeman. It was the best when the leaves started changing and falling. As I type this, I can see myself running down the trail, each and every curve and those trees. Now my run wasn’t this beautiful, but the smell reminded me of this. That means it was almost as pleasant as being on that trail.
I have been in The Dalles for almost a year now and have maybe seen a TOTAL of three or so other runners. I have seen two people near where I live out for a couple different runs and then once I ran into someone else I know that is a runner. That is it. There are just not a lot of runners around here. Bozeman was packed full of them and it was fun to come across the same people each day as you were out and about. I’ll talk about this more in detail in another post, but I used to not like running with other people. I grew to love it. I have been missing a running community here. The Dalles has a great paved path along the Columbia River. People just don’t take advantage of it. I sure have gotten my use out of it. I miss seeing other runners. I miss having several running friends that I could call on to join me during training or for a casual run. I miss the friendships that running bond has created for me in the past. Come on The Dalles, bring on the running.
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Photo Credit: Brent Powell of Thirty Five Media