I paced 8.30 minutes a miles. I've decided that running 3-4 miles is like living in the torture zone. You really don't hit your stride until 4 miles. Today felt great, but it was hot and windless. Today was the first premonition of summer.
1. My favoirte fluted reed grass is now a foot tall (at mile 1 1/4 on the trail).
2. The turtle is laying her eggs by the bird reserve.
3. The clouds of mosquitos make a demonic high pitched hum that is frightening.
3. The sun is above the mountains by 6:40.
4. The lake is the kind of mirrored glass that can only be acheived on windless summer mornings.
Happy Monday! | 