Clark and I recently ran an old dirt road that winds its way down to the river. There’s honestly nothing like just getting outside and experiencing our {your} world.
This hour or so we spent one weekday evening truly culminates everything I love about running.
Just us and the gnats….all katrillion of them.
But seeing this made those annoying bull gnats worth it.
We then walked down to take a closer look at the river’s bank.
The only tracks (other than our own) that were left in the dry, cracked dirt were the deer, opossum and raccoon.
I hope you enjoyed getting a glimpse into my part of the country. I know this running spot will become a favorite that I’ll need to visit more often.
Do you have a favorite running path? Where has your running journey taken you lately?