Like everywhere else on the east coast, it snowed here last night. And so of course the cat refused to go outside and peed in the house. Fantastic.
So long, fall. You were great while you lasted.
every walk is a sort of crusade
I went for my run a little later than usual this morning, and the crossing guards for the local elementary schools were out. They guarded me when I was crossing, which I thought was hilarious (because I’m not 3 feet tall) but also made my day. It’s the little things.
The trees are out in full force.
And leaves rain down on you.
Paul is interviewing for residencies right now, and there’s a chance we’ll be back out in CA next year. I think about that on these runs. If we do move, I will miss running here this time of year. A lot.
Speaking of running in the bluegrass, Margaret just sent me an email and let me know that she has registered…
…for Run the Bluegrass at the end of March! Guess that means two races for me this spring. I AM SO EXCITED!