First Run
(Day Thirty-Seven) I went on my first run of 2014 today. I still can't believe I'm the kind of person who would type that sentence, but as I put on my bright green and pink running shoes, I felt sentimental about them. "Hello, old shoe friends." I ran very, very slow. Like so slow people could have probably walked and kept up with me. But that's not the point. I met four people while I was running. The first was a white-haired gentleman with his camera, which had a long lens on the end. He came upon me as I was cleaning up Clyde's poop (awkward), and then later, when I passed him, he stopped me to point out the heron high up in the trees. The next was a man standing in the brush along the side of the pond, fixing his fishing lure. He smiled and nodded as I passed the first time but then ignored me after that, which was fine with me. It's a lot of work to be social while red-faced and out-of-breath. The next time I came around the loop, there wa...