Morning run

So beautiful out this morning! Couldn't stop running!

Starting out. Love the old oak. If oaks could talk, what would it tell me? I'm thinking tales covering the hundreds of years the tree has lived. The tree likely thinks: could I have some rain please? And while you're at it, please get rid of the woodpecker.

My local Jane Eyre-fantasy begins here every long run.

The fastest stretch. Set to the tunes of Rihanna's Only girl in the world.

Sometimes there are horses to the left.

Waterside running for a more deluxe feeling.

Afterwards, happy, sadly thinking about nothing more interesting than various forms of protein.