Brie's SOL day 3-Saturday morning run

Another beautiful Colorado day!  I wake up at 7:00 am, but let myself fall back into luxurious sleep.  Eventually, I wake up enough to know that I won't fall asleep again.  Even then, I lay, half asleep, ponder what to do with my morning before we begin to run around to the social events planned for the day.  I was exhausted last night so I am pleased with my nine hours of sleep and excited to do some of the things I don't have time for during the week.  I want to run!  Well, run and walk.  I have a gym membership these days to fend off excused about the weather, but I have a wide variety of excuses to pull from.  This morning is looking like perfect running weather-low 60's and cloudy. 

After some tea and conversation, I pull on my shoes and head outside.  My playlist starts off with a little Taylor Swift to get me going.  I walk to warm up.  I investigate my neighbors' yards as I go.  Green lawns, nicely manicured.  A jump rope in a tree.  I don't think they even have kids.  I must be wrong.  Oh, the corner of dandelions.  I may not win the dandelion war in my own yard with the abundance of seeds that can travel to us.  Here's the Fivekillers house.  I have no idea why they had that sign above their door.  Could it be their last name?  Above the garage, it reads, "Hawaiian parking only."  The SUV in the driveway sports stickers such as "Island Girl" and "SURF."  I always find this amusing in landlocked Colorado and wonder if they miss island life.  After our recent Hawaii trip and the unexpected volcanic lava flows, I feel a connection to these people I have never seen.

Beck and Ween accompany me as I circle the neighborhood.  Only beaty music for my runs, to keep me motivated and moving a little faster. 

I love running past the flowering trees and take deep breaths through my nose to inhale the sweet smells of spring.  Fresh cut grass.  Two women stop with their boxers on leashes to let me pass, but I see the dogs would rather be running with me.  I pass the quiet elementary school with no cars in the lot and no students on the playground.  Back to the border of the park.  More dog walkers and neighbors to smile and nod at. 

I am sweating and breathing heavy, but not killing myself. There is too much happening in my day to expend all my energy on my morning run.  Back home, I enter through the back gate rather than the front door, to stretch and inspect the grass seed laid out before the rain.  Still there.  No sprouting grass yet. 

Being outside is so much better than inside.