Seeking a better country...

BabyGaby woke up at 4.  Strange, cuz he hasn't been up in the night for months.  Bellyache?  Earache?  Got him back down with clean pants, but he was awake again at 5:30.  On an unusually warm morning in late september, (nearly 70 degrees), we ran the deserted Sunday Centerville Streets, double yellow lining.  He never fell asleep, but never cried unless I walked.  How insightful, this nearly 1 year old baby, to know that walking while running is not a cause for celebration, but rather, sorrow.

Ash was up when we got home.  She made me german pancakes for breakfast.  I miss when she was my running buddy.

Slow, evening miles with Tami and Hannah.

Another July-type evening run.  Man, it is staying hot late in the year.  It took three miles, but I finally warmed up and had a nice finish to this run.  

My legs seem to have bounced back quickly from the marathon, but the joints in my feet are achy.  Tami wanted me to run St. George with her, and I had to defer.  I could do half safely, but if I ran another marathon in this condition, I think I'd end up sidelined for several months.

It was pretty rainy for a while, but warm.