It was really nice. Lake Erie is only a few minutes from our house, and there's a really beautiful park with a popular running/biking trail. Right now the leaves are all changing colors. The weather is perfect. My mind goes to weird a place when I run. I was pretending the birds chirping in the trees that surround the path were friends and family cheering me on. The leaves that were falling were confetti as I crossed the finish line (is there confetti in races? I doubt it, but oh well it was in my own little world).
I also looked at all the different leaves. Their different colors, shapes, sizes. I imagined if the largest leaf in a pile felt insecure about his large size. If the dull boring brown leaf was envious of the vibrant reds and oranges that surrounded her. If the red maple was really as confident as it looked, or was it really insecure about the few tiny holes no one else really noticed. And then I wondered.... am I really losing my mind? I am giving personality to leaves. And then I started thinking about wanting to go to a chiropractor. Yeah I don't get the connection either.
But YAY for 3 miles. And an entire one ran!
