My name is Lindsay and this is just so I don't feel guilty for not keeping a written journal...


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

a fish can breathe out here...

So, as I have mentioned before, I like to run.

I'm not super fast, or super strong, or super sleek, or super cool...

But I get to run here:


and here:


and here:


...with just a short little jaunt from my front door.

Don't hate me.

Come join me!

p.s.  Here are the pics you requested, Mom.  I, uh, used them in my own blog...

9 comments:

Becca Jane said...

Well, you know I could never hate you....but reminders that Oregon will probably never be home again makes me really sad...and a little bit sick. :( I'm going to come see you next Spring, ok?

Radke said...

So beautiful. I would love to see that out my window, on my drive to town, or on a run.

Christy Jones said...

lucky girl! I would love to live in the country!

Brenda said...

This is runner/cyclist heaven! (Although when on foot, miles 14-22 are anything BUT heaven!) Thanks for the photos!!

Oh, and a note to DeAnn in case she hasn't already been here - THIS is what "bucolic" is. No crying babies. Hehehehehe ..... still laughing at that one!

Brenda said...

Oh, and quick question: What does this have to do with fish?

Sue O said...

Funny, I'm about to post some similar pics from my runs in Temple View. There's nothing like running among the fields.

Lindsay Z said...

It's got nothing to do with fish. But the title is one of the first lines in Finding Nemo, and it just popped into my head. Weird, huh?

GoofyJ said...

See, I thought it was because of how much rain you get - you feel like a fish rather than a runner! Muahahahhaha! :-P

DeAnn said...

Oh to see Oregon again.

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