I love to call what I do jogging because that word connotes moving around, even jiggling, but more up-and-down than forward. And that's how I roll. Our apartment is less than a mile from 5 (or so) miles of woods trails.
I was pure ebullience this afternoon. I had a difficult jog, less easy than I'd like it to be, but I absolutely have to rave about the following aspects of jogging in the woods:
- Green sunshine. Filtering through leaves. It's so bright and so lacy.
- Smells of leaves and flowers and dirt.
- Skittering animals. All the animals do the wave as I jog past - squirrels, birds, deer, unseen slitheries in the leaves.
- Very Few People. I like people, but I crave running in solitude. The others I meet seem to share my tastes.
- The single-file path has hills and turns and little ledges. I get that zooming feeling fairly frequently without having to go fast.
