Here's a blast from my past...
This is where I used to run. I trained for a half marathon out here in this gravel paradise. It was glorious! All alone. Just me and pandora. And the occasional neighbor dog.
Meet Jack! He's a neighbor's dog that always ran with me. He once was shot, in the neck, survived, and a month later ran 11 miles with me. He's a beast. He's absolutely the best running partner. If I ever stop to take pictures (which is fairly often) he thinks it is play time. I've received many split lips because of him tackling me unsuspectingly. He's great though. Love this big fella!
This is my 7 mile marker. What a breathtaking sight in Autumn.
Here are my 1 mile markers:
These places are all very near and dear to my heart. Especially my 1 mile markers. I can't begin to tell you the amount of happiness that consumes you when you know you only have one mile left until you are back home and can devour that pizza, err, salad. Yes. Salad. That's what I meant... {shifty eyes}
But then I had to move.
So here are my new 1 mile markers:
I love black and white photographs.... Here's a few more of the city....
As you can maybe tell I feel like I'm leading double lives. There's a simple country girl in me. I'm very happy to ride the tractor and eat a sandwich from the Amish store nearby....
And there's a small part of me that's city. I suppose I need to enjoy the opportunity at hand and channel some swankiness....
Stay running my friends. Stay running.












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