Minor ankle problems and a general distaste for running have resulted in no running for over a week; my growing addictions to swimming and rock climbing have also catalyzed the virtual demise of my running career. This afternoon, however, I simply couldn't stand the sight of my fivefingers sitting betrayed and abandoned in a corner, so, slipping into my tights, I hit the road.
Almost instantly my ankle started grumbling. I ignored it and put in about three and a half miles.
And you will be jealous of this.
I saw some CANADA GEESE!!! And AMERICAN BLACK DUCKS!! Embarassingly, both were new SWSA birds, and the latter made a very lame triple-digit milestone. Ah well, I'm not complaining. Well, actually, I am, but the point remains.