• sisters on a mission.

  • Three sisters. One in Virginia. One in London. One in New York. None of whom wear shorts. Ever.

  • the mission?

    Running.
    Taking delight.
    Learning Italian.
    Getting to Italy.
    Wearing shorts.
    In Italy.
    June 2011.

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C25K + camera = slacking

me and my shadows

Hey hey I finished Week 2 of C25K!

David, Daisy and I hit Pony Pasture again for my last run of the week.  It was a gorgeous morning, sunny and not too hot / not too cold.  Such a pretty day, I felt compelled to bring a camera to record it.

Now, unless you count pushing a button, stopping to take pictures while in the middle of a workout kinda negates the whole idea of continuous movement.  In other words, I might not have gotten the best workout ever.  I hope this does not work against me when I start week three but I suspect that it will.

Since I compromised my health to bring you these photos, without further ado, I hereby present a morning on the trail in pictures (with a few words):

Pony Pasture trail

This is near the start of the trail.  I love how quickly you are enveloped in green, which by the way (since no one is asking), is my favorite color.

This gravel looks petite and friendly but there are sections of the trail with fist-sized rocks.  I’m talking several yards of potential ankle-turners.   No daydreaming allowed kind of pebbles. Not very hospitable.  You get the idea.

poison ivy, and lots of it

Don’t you love how green and lush it is on the trails right now?  So, so beautiful.  I stopped and picked some pretty greenery for a centerpiece.

Oh, just kidding.  The trails are rife with poison ivy and probably poison oak and who knows what other pain-mongers.  So, no going off-path to go after the dog.  Hey, if your dog runs through poison ivy and then you pet your dog does it transfer to you?

Daisy, communing with the James River

The trail runs right along the James River and every now and then you come to a clearing with access to the water.  Usually this spot is full of dogs splashing around and fetching balls.  Today the river was running high – life jackets required – so we didn’t  see a lot of activity.

Despite her webbed feet, Daisy is not much of a water dog.  She shocked us last weekend though when she flung herself off the edge, making a huge splash in pursuit of another dog.  I don’t think we were the only ones that were surprised.  Let’s just say she did not make another attempt to go after the ball.

twisted

There are a lot of cool sites along the way.   Always something new to see.  This vine makes me especially happy.  I even double-backed on the trail so I could run back and take a picture to show you.  That’s just how committed I was to my mission today.  I hope it added to your daily delight!

I have no idea what kind of vine this is or how old it is.  All I know is that I dig the crazy way it twists down to the ground and back up in a tangled knot.  How does that happen?

I think this would be a great location for some portrait shots, don’t you?  I need to come back here with my big fancy camera and some supermodels.  Or the nieces and nephews who are all supermodel-worthy.

Pony Pasture Rapids

During the summer, when the river is calmer, sections of the river are loaded with sunbathers splayed out on the smooth rocks like harbor seals.  Only with beer and boom boxes.  Or whatever it is these kids today use to generate music loud enough for shore-walkers to hear.

Ok, you didn’t seriously think I meant it when I used the phrase “these kids today” did you?  ‘Cause I didn’t.  I still feel like a kid myself sometimes.  Or at least in my very early thirties (which I realize sounds ancient to anyone under thirty).  Certainly not forty six.  No way.  No how.

Anyway, enough about age.  We’ve come to the end of the trail and the end of my little tour through scenic Richmond.  I hope you enjoyed the trip.   Daisy certainly did.  But next time, no photos; otherwise I’ll never make it to 5K.

someone's getting a bath

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