Sunday, January 19, 2014

Eastside living ... ghetto running?

Panting = good.


The most beautifully long dirt road everrrrrrrrrr.

I went on a beautiful trail run yesterday. Birds were singing, sun rays were causing me wrinkles, endorphins were peaking, Maxdog ran his butt off.

And then the gunshots started.

What?! I had been on the trail for an hour. There is NO wild game in season. Seriously. So close to my comfort zone (and my body).

Maxdog luckily ran barking after the crazy hicks. I never really saw them through the thick trees. So all of you with guns: you're never alone, even when you think you are. I WILL BE WATCHING YOU (with my .22 on my hip and some mace in my pocket).

XOXO


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