Circles

Here in the Northwest, we are experiencing our one week of summer early! It is so hot- it is unbelievably hot- I am having flash backs to Chicago in the summer (minus the humidity of course, and the flashflooding, and the tornado winds, and the public beaches full of e-coli).

Where I live, road runs are amazing. I decided to be smart and go on a run after noon- when the sun is at its zenith in the sky- let me again state how smart I am...

I intended to go for a lengthy 7.5 mile run on beautiful Bainbridge Island backroads- which are abundant. Due to a flaw in my navigation skills, that run ended up being 11.3 miles long- ouch. It hurt, but was a surprisingly easy feat as far as mentality goes- does this mean I'm ready for a marathon?

This is the course I took, with each mile marked. The plus about living on an island: you can't really get lost, you can only go in circles.

But thanks to my spontaneous new route I got to see the famous Frog Rock with lady bug friend (below) and beatiful views of West Port Madison.


I also passed by my Great Grandma Rose's cemetery. She meant alot to me but I didn't expect to be sad about seeing where she was buried. When I finally found her name etched on her tombstone, it hit me again how permanent and how real her death is. I couldn't help but cry a little. Thanks to an abundance of sweat, it's hard to tell how many tears there were.

I ran passed Fay Bainbridge Park- I smelled the park before I saw it. It has the smell of drying driftwood, and strong salty breezes that were so familiar to me as a child.

My run today was not just a run, it was the kind of experience that running really should be about- not just an act to help you achieve an end goal. Your run itself should be your purpose, your goal, your end.