Taking a breather on a quiet, sunny afternoon here on our hilltop in Vermont. I ran three miles this morning, mercifully down from ten on Sunday. This coming Sunday, June 3rd, is the Covered Bridges Half Marathon. My daughter and I are running it together. Well. We’re starting together. She’ll wait for me at the finish line.

Assuming I finish, of course. I never take finishing for granted. It’ll be my third CBHM, but I wouldn’t call myself ready after the bout with bronchitis. Still, there’s always something. Last year it was hot (but I ran). In September, I ran a half-marathon in Dingle, Ireland, basically in the midst of a tropical storm. If I waited for everything to be perfect, I’d never run. It’s that way with a lot of things in life, isn’t it?

But what a time to be running in Vermont. I took the photos on recent runs! I always come home filled with creative energy, a great byproduct of an activity that I enjoy.