Had a great training run today which translates directly to being completely exhausted. There was finally a break in the rain for a couple of days allowing me to get some quality time in on the trails. They were surprisingly dry considering the amount of water that has poured out of the skies as of late. That didn’t mean there wasn’t any swamps to navigate in the valleys and the one stream crossing required some precise leaps to stray rocks struggling to keep their heads above the onrush, but at least the hills were dry enough to get traction. Clearly need to get a steady barrage of heat conditioning – felt the warmer temps about halfway through the 11 miles. Figured I’d be productive while the legs calm down prior to tackling the mowing (rain on its way back to start the week off).
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For those that celebrate the holiday – Happy Easter everyone! When Linda wasn’t looking I stole her “Honey Do” bell and cut the clapper out of it. She was starting to abuse it (ha) and now that she is on the mend, my nurturing duties are officially over. I did cap it off with a well received pancake dinner in the shape of a bunny before the time officially ran out, so don’t feel bad for her. She’s still badly bruised at the insertion points, but good enough to move around and she even drove to a local store tonight for some badly needed supplies – good to go although I’ll be pressed into service again and this time for at least 3 months once the valve surgery is done. That one is going to hurt (me, not her hehehe). With the Easter holiday upon us, thought I would feature Mother Nature’s version of the Easter Egg.
Now how is that for a colorful bird? Linda is very particular about what birds she is willing to take pictures of. If it isn’t pretty and colorful she doesn’t even bother bringing her camera out. Blackbirds, Robins, dull garbed Warblers etc. do not merit the infinitesimal pressure required to push that shutter button down and clearly not wasting precious digital bits reserved primarily for waterfalls and landscape pictures. I call it elitism, which generally catches her ire. In this particular case she had no issue with snapping away and that’s clearly understandable. This Bunting is top two in my book across the entire birding world.
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