What a beautiful fall morning to sneak away and enjoy the melancholy isolation of the rivertrail before anyone is awake. Sunday mornings are so silent around here. Since I'm not doing so much mileage during the week, I've been enjoying a light Sunday walk/jog in the pre dawn. I have been holding my breath, however, until the snow comes, knowing that skiing offers equal therapy to my psyche as far as being outside is concerned. I think I am being patient. I am grateful I can run some now days. Even if just slowly. But the thought of skiing is keeping me going. If it doesn't snow soon, I may have to start spin class at the gym. I can't go on with these mediocre little work outs. | 