September pond run

A week before the amazing race, I finally had the foresight to remember my camera on one of my last trail runs before October. Can you believe we're headlong into fall? I knew the quickly changing seasons would freak me out.

The run is approximately 20-30 minutes, and it covers the distance right outside my front door, a quarter mile down the street, out of our community and into a group of horse trails, across the street from a lovely horse farm close by.

The horse trails run parallel to one of the largest ponds on the reservation by our place. Yes, there are bugs there, and it's humid, and there may be a puddle or some horse poop to look out for but...

I know - it's straight out of Dawson's Creek. I love it. I can't wait to run here in a month or so when it is truly autumn (i.e. the humidity and bugs are gone), to look out at the clear, chilled water and feel at peace.

I'm so thankful for this race up ahead. It's brought me so much already - an appreciation of the cause at the heart of the race, the ability to bond with my long-distance buddy across months and hundreds of miles, and the self-discipline to put one foot in front of the other.

With the 14-miler out of the way as this Wednesday, it's home stretch time. I'll run for 30 minutes or so a time or two this week, and on Friday, I travel to Orlando to git 'er done.