We're down to the final days of packing. It's not that we have *that* much stuff (HA!), the boxes just fill up too quickly. I don't see how I'm ever going to get all the dishes & clothes packed since I can't keep up with the laundry and dishwasher. And I just can't bear the thought of packing dirty laundry. I really want everything all boxed up so it's very streamlined when everyone comes over to tote boxes. Plus it's getting hard to find boxes anymore in town. Oh I'm sure I could buy some, but how does that compare to scrounging free ones that say things like "Chocolate Silken Decadence Tofu" on them?
Took Windy for our final run on the high trail yesterday morning. It was a beautiful sunrise and we both really enjoyed being out there. We crossed train tracks in 2 places and were heading up the switchback to a meadow that runs alongside the tracks when we heard the distant rumbling of an approaching train. We stood there a minute, Windy becoming more agitated as the sound grew louder, as I tried to calculate if we could make it back across the tracks before the train came. I knew from experience the 5:55am train is often quite long and that Windy really doesn't like being near it. I decided to go for it, and we broke into a sprint up the hill back towards the first railroad crossing. I focused on my running form and was pleased how good it felt. I turned my head occasionally to catch the sound of the train and could tell it was definitely getting closer but still safely distant when we crossed the tracks. I stopped at the base of the next hill and was walking so we could catch our breath (dogs don't like long unstopping sprints). But if we stopped there we'd be caught by the second set of tracks, and close enough to the train Windy might freak out. The sound of the train changed from the distant thunder rumble to a more distinct rumble-chug. I figured we had enough time to get across the next set of tracks only if we ran full out the entire way. I started running again, Windy keeping pace or lagging a bit behind. I kept calling to her to keep up, the train getting louder but still not visible. My energy was depleted and I would have stopped instantly if I'd had the choice. But we made it across the tracks and ran a bit further to the rise before gasping to a halt. I turned around to wave to the engineer and Windy's fur bristled and she clearly wanted to get away from the noise. My head was pounding and I felt weak from the extended speed work, but the rest of the trip seemed easy by comparison. Wonder if I can use this memory to boost speed work on normal days?
Well, best be off to pack another box!
Took Windy for our final run on the high trail yesterday morning. It was a beautiful sunrise and we both really enjoyed being out there. We crossed train tracks in 2 places and were heading up the switchback to a meadow that runs alongside the tracks when we heard the distant rumbling of an approaching train. We stood there a minute, Windy becoming more agitated as the sound grew louder, as I tried to calculate if we could make it back across the tracks before the train came. I knew from experience the 5:55am train is often quite long and that Windy really doesn't like being near it. I decided to go for it, and we broke into a sprint up the hill back towards the first railroad crossing. I focused on my running form and was pleased how good it felt. I turned my head occasionally to catch the sound of the train and could tell it was definitely getting closer but still safely distant when we crossed the tracks. I stopped at the base of the next hill and was walking so we could catch our breath (dogs don't like long unstopping sprints). But if we stopped there we'd be caught by the second set of tracks, and close enough to the train Windy might freak out. The sound of the train changed from the distant thunder rumble to a more distinct rumble-chug. I figured we had enough time to get across the next set of tracks only if we ran full out the entire way. I started running again, Windy keeping pace or lagging a bit behind. I kept calling to her to keep up, the train getting louder but still not visible. My energy was depleted and I would have stopped instantly if I'd had the choice. But we made it across the tracks and ran a bit further to the rise before gasping to a halt. I turned around to wave to the engineer and Windy's fur bristled and she clearly wanted to get away from the noise. My head was pounding and I felt weak from the extended speed work, but the rest of the trip seemed easy by comparison. Wonder if I can use this memory to boost speed work on normal days?
Well, best be off to pack another box!
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