Okay, so I ran again yesterday morning. Got up bright and early with my alarm and did the same routine as Friday. Surprisingly, today I'm not sore. Not at all. I didn't think my legs would get used to their new use so quickly. If I rub my quads they're a little tender but not any moreso than they were the day after I chased Ian in the grocery store.
So tomorrow marks the end of my first week. I'm hoping the trails are dryer tomorrow. They were really mucky and squishy yesterday and I had to take a few detours into the parkland to avoid some pretty intimidating mud holes.
I'm enjoying exploring my neighbourhood. We chose this neighbourhood before we even found the house. We knew we wanted to live here because of the larger lots (for the city, anyway), the grown trees, the school, the community, and the trails. It's been a lot of fun heading out in a new direction and discovering where it emerges from the forest.
Yesterday I found a look-out point that overlooks the whole entire neighbourhood. It was barely 6:30 in the morning and the air was still misty. No cars interrupted the singing of the birds and I stood and looked down on the place we call home. It was beautiful. Tall roof peaks tucked in between bare trees just beginning to show the first signs of bright new leaves. With all that's been happening across the globe in the past few days, it was a somber moment to appreciate. To appreciate that I can go out on my own so early in the morning and not have to worry about my safety, that I can look over where I live and see more trees than houses and that the sounds from the Earth around me are louder than the sounds of the people.
I will take my family to this place. Maybe we'll even pack a lunch.
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