Some observations during and after my run this morning:
Beckham would literally collapse and die if I took him running this time of year. Bless his heart. We need to get his hair cut.
My side stitch is finally under control.
Mockingbirds are a bit cranky. I saw a squirrel get dive-bombed by one.
It's much less humid at 8 a.m. than 7 a.m.
The running shorts and shirts I bought that are supposed to keep you dryer really do work!
I've always thought the people in coordinated, fashionable workout clothes are less athletic than the people who wear shorts and random t-shirts. Athletes really don't give a rip. If you were/are an athlete, do you share my feelings? Perhaps this is how I deal with my insecurity when I see the other ladies looking cute in their outfits.
If I haven't touched a volleyball in two years can I still be an athlete?
All the high school runners are out and about on the trails now. And none of them wear shirts. Apparently they don't care that all the dirty old men and cougars are lusting after them like popsicles. Put on a shirt, people!