Seeking a better country...

5 on the TM.  Smells like 9 minute miles.  Actually, it only took 44 minutes, not 45.  

Before Max left for Mexico, he borrowed my crocs.  I'm not sure where he left them, but they must have got super hot.  They reformed to a much smaller size.  This is a good thing, in that they don't fall off while running, however, I could do without the blisters on the top of my moreton toe.  I think this pair is for the scrap heap of running shoes. 

The run tonight was 4 laps around the block with the A-girls.  Ash said her knee hurt, so 1.5 miles took 18 minutes.  Anna ran like the wind and finished in 16 minutes.  She was pretty excited to give her older sister some come-uppance.

I feel a little funny posting two 11+ minute miles.  In other news, Tami succeeded in the election.  I can't wait for the signs to come down, and the stress level to moderate.  

A bit of running with the girls, and a morning trip to freedom hills via BST.  It was a gorgeous day; the type of day that makes my heart ache, because there are not enough days like this to enjoy.  I could live to 100 and never tire of bright fall mornings.

My new shoes felt funny.  It's not a good thing to leave your shoes in the car; temp extremes remodel them.  

I ran a bit with the girls, then my typical 10k route in the dark with Jack in the stroller.  I found the last of the campaign signs to carry home, with a stop by the park to play on the slide.  Jack is such good company now.  I had him all bundled up in a leopard print snuggie with footie pajamas.  He was wearing my hat to protect his ears, and it kept slipping down over his eyes.  He was too cozy to remove his hands and fix it, so he'd call out over and over until it registered that he needed an adjustment.  

Another beautiful Saturday in the books.  I wish I had been out shooting or hiking instead of cutting trees and raking leaves.  Oh well.  Somebody has to fund my extravagant lifestyle, and not a lot of outsiders are stepping up.