“There is nothing quite so gentle, deep, and irrational as running–and nothing quite so savage, so wild.”
― Bernd Heinrich
Good morning everyone. I was doing some blog hopping this Saturday morning and was inspired by Yvonne after reading her teaser post. She is reading Flowers For The Dead by Barbara Copperthwaite, which sounds very good, and the lines she shared were about the protagonist and her enjoyment of running.
I know that some of my fellow blog friends are runners, like Brian and Susan. I feel like there is a special understanding between runners, it is almost like they know both the joy and the pain of it.
I have been a runner since high school and I can thank my mom for that, who took to running when I was about 12 years old and now in her 60’s still runs and for that matter outruns my daughter and myself. It is just what my mom does, it is such an ingrained part of her, being a long distance runner. What is really nice is that my daughter caught the love of running as well so the two of us run weekly together, and sometimes my mom runs with us.
My daughter and I will either run on the school track, through our neighborhood, or sometimes we will go to our favorite county park which has connecting trails perfect for running. Either way, it is really nice to spend the time together and we encourage one another to keep on going.
On the track a few weekends ago with my daughter.
A runners view. I took this photo in August during the gold hour after our run.
On another note, I am re-reading a short story by Joe Hill and Stephen King for R.I.P. today. I will be finishing up The Idea of Love and A Small Indiscretion this week, each of which I have about 100 pages or so left of. I want to get caught up on my reading because next Saturday is Dewey’s 24 hour read-a-thon and I have cleared my Saturday for that.
Happy weekend, what are you up to?
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