Do you hear it?
It is an eerie, yet gleeful, silent sound
A sound that is free of whining, bitching, and general teenage pomposity.
It is the glorious sound of Spring Break and it is music to my sick-to-fucking-death-of -teenagers'-bullshit ears.
Picture (right) by some weird-ass, french teenager named Tooga. I thought it was apropos to chose a weird ass teenager's angst filled art. Maybe mommy took her iPod away
Anyhoo...back to the dirt!
Since I was off Monday morning (did I mention I was on Spring Break? I am. Quite delightful, actually) I decided to head out to my beloved Baylands for a celebratory run (I am celebrating being on Spring Break, in case you had not heard, I am on Spring Break.)
It was pouring on my drive up, but I was not to be dissuaded. I had a date with the waterfowl (not like that. Big pervs!)
It is nesting season for the Canada Geese at Baylands. If you are not familiar with Goose-Speak, that is Goose for "Fuck off!"
I headed out and I owned the trail.
I was trotting along enjoying a beautiful run with great views and animal encounters
Almost to the step, at the 2.5 mile turn around it started raining. Running back through the marsh, the already saturated mud took on the pancake batter consistency that collects at the bottom of your shoes making them weigh about 5 pounds each and giving you the feel of running on snow shoes. By the end of my run, they had mostly been cleaned by the gravel portion of the trail and the rain, but they still left evidence of horrid running form.
It was a great run. Somehow it ended up being 5.5 miles. I turned around at 2.5 and ran an out and back, but I took a detour up the boardwalk to catch some extra views.
Gorgeous, soul enriching run. I even had Rain Run hair at the end.
Did I tell you all I was on Spring Break? I am. :)