Just as we left church this morning that Spouse o' Mine observed, "We have five and a half hours of daylight left." I looked at him and burst out laughing. He wasn't laughing. He was serious. What to do, what to do in the daylight...
He opted to go on his 38-mile bike ride. I opted for a 7.5 mile walk/run. This is how we do the Day of Rest. Off we went!
By mile number seven I was feeling a little pained. Tired. Ready for the party to be over. I ran some, I walked some on that last mile. The running began to take on some lurching elements. It was time to be DONE.
I arrived home shortly after that Spouse o' Mine. He was spent, too. We cleaned up, showered, had a light snack. I still needed to take the dogs out for their evening romp, and I didn't know if my legs could stand it. The hounds bounded out into the pasture and I limped along, carrying a walking stick. We went down to the creek, and that's when I turned back to face west:
Run, run, I told myself. Run run, run back to the house and grab the camera. Run!!
I hobbled very, very slowly back to the house, limping along like Quasimoto, reached the house, grabbed a camera, and lurched back down to the creek.
Here's what I got: