There are many other things I want so say about this month of May which is shortly coming to an end, but this run (slow jog) in particular is what I want to write about tonight.
I’m going on a brief two-night trip, leaving in the morning, so of course tonight I’m going a little crazy per usual, trying get stuff done and making myself more agitated than usual. And one of the things I’m desperate to do is a little writing, as Spot cries plaintively at me from the garage, not understand why I’m not there to feed him and let him sprawl on my lap.
But anyway, on May 22nd I started out at the crack of 10:45 for a run, heading across the street to the new woods. Because we’d had such a lot of rain the grass was even taller.
Not much of a path, right? But the deer had still been travellng on it. The grass was over waist high on either side of me, but all was good.
Near the end of the new part of the path the grass was even taller but there was a little trail even though you can’t see it. Up ahead there is the field. At one point I almost stepped in the giant hole which I’d seen countless times but now it was pretty well hidden but somehow I managed not to fall in and break my leg.
And yay me, I emerged unscathed from the new woods and was about to head into the old part.
There’s an upper part and a lower part of the old woods, and I’d always preferred the lower part because I could run next to the water, but for at least a few years now it’s been an obstacle course instead of a place where I could run at least a little and I did get a little disoriented one time. So I started on the upper part, and suddenly there was no path at all.
WTF is what I’m asking myself. I hate hate hate having to turn around and go back but I realized that I had no choice. I wasn’t lost; I could see the field off to the left, but I think that even the deer gave up at this juncture.
I feel that I look like an unattractive cartoon character.
I made my peace with turning around and when I emerged, there was a deer, who was probably saying to her self, “Girl, we don’t even try that path in the woods anymore.”
The rest of my run was fine and dandy and I took this photo of the winter wheat because there are two deer tracks running through right here. Hmm, I bet that’s where they headed after realizing the the woods trail was a bust.
And that’s all I got. Must get to sleep, and if I manage to do that in the net 43 minutes it won’t really be so late.
Ok then,
Mrs. Crazy as Usual H.