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:
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?
So beautiful. I would love to see that out my window, on my drive to town, or on a run.
lucky girl! I would love to live in the country!
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!
Oh, and quick question: What does this have to do with fish?
Funny, I'm about to post some similar pics from my runs in Temple View. There's nothing like running among the fields.
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?
See, I thought it was because of how much rain you get - you feel like a fish rather than a runner! Muahahahhaha! :-P
Oh to see Oregon again.
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