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Myrtle

My favorite woods run at the Branford Supply Ponds has a section of trail that's surrounded on both sides by acres of myrtle on the floor of the woods. I imagine somebody planted a little of it a long time ago and it just took off. Some combination of the mild winter and the early warmth brought out all the purple flowers at once. I was out for my run, and at the end, just as I stopped running and started walking for my warmdown, I found myself in the middle of this misty forest carpeted with purple flowers. It didn't seem quite real. So I posed the dogs and took a couple of pictures with my phone. Total luck that it came out so well.



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Long Runs

Just a quick shot from the end of a long run. I've learned to make better use of my phone's camera on outings for which the good camera is simply too heavy. This time I was also smart enough to get the dogs to the window without calling Jax, who has already demonstrated his willingness to jump right out.


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Runset

For almost a year, I've been running farther and farther, faster and faster. When I started last November, I was alternating between jogging and walking a few minutes at a time. Now, I'm trying to break a 30 minute 5K, squeezing in time to run between work and sunset.

As frustrating as it sometimes is to be so rushed in finding run times, the reward of a sunset over the ocean by my house is pretty good compensation.


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Quiet Woods

Right across the street from our summer cabin is a little pine barrens preserve. I've been running more and more this year, so a few mornings of vacation, I knocked out a few miles on the trails and old logging roads. One morning was particularly still and lovely as we skipped through the wet blueberry bushes.

Of course, the bear scat I found a few minutes later had me hightailing it back in the opposite direction, but it was a lovely morning nonetheless.

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