Half-hour one way, half-hour back again. Early in the morning, about five o’clock. Ran out of the village and along the bike path between the fields and the creek, fog still rising from both in the sunrise. Made it past the strip mall but not quite to the McDonald’s sign, which is my half-hour goal that I haven’t made yet. Felt wet from the fog. Turned around and ran back home again. The sun was up by then, burning off the fog so things looked less mysterious on the way back. A white duck watched me by the bridge.
it’s always better early, if you ask me.
What? No short cut through the woods this time?
Meanwhile your evil skipped-the-run-and-drove-to-McDonald’s-then-flew-to-L.A.-w/o-sunscreen twin went to the Jackson trial:
http://flickr.com/photos/15165843@N00/17710235/in/set-420065/
That explains why I haven’t posted in a couple days.