This morning I woke up and walked a few laps around the apartment, My ankle feels much better but is still a little stiff, so I decided to be careful and not run. I was telling myself it was the smart choice but getting back into bed for 90 more minutes made it feel like the lazy choice. Funny how being good to yourself can sometimes feel like weakness.
Speaking of running I saw something amazing on the trail on Monday. I was over half done, and up ahead I saw two older gentlemen just standing on the path looking at something. I glanced to see what they were looking at - here are my next thoughts.
- That's a big snake!
- Wait, that's two snakes.
- Their bottom halves are wrapped around each other and their heads are in the same direction.
- Are they fighting?
- I don't want to get too close to them if they're angry.
- Ohhh. They're moving rhythmically. That's not fighting.
Then I ran carefully between the snakes and the men with a big grin on my face which lasted for a lot of the day. F**cking snakes! Who knew?