railway paths

I wish I could attribute my failure to get lost while out for a run to my own knowledge of the way around. When Anna, Iain and I first arrived, it felt like being on vacation. Now, however, I have no time to get lost! Fortunately, the railway paths are enough. I have learned a couple of routes...not as exciting as the 'wonder where this goes' of late June, but perfectly satisfactory.

I don't always run, though. In fact, I walk most days--though fewer now than in the summer, when the sun came up early and nobody had to be anywhere in particular. Partly I go out, whether walking or running, for the exercise. I needed to do something to replace the gym. What I discovered, and what keeps me getting onto the path, is how much I love being outside.

The mornings are quiet and peaceful. Except for the iPod, of course--but not too loud. I think about my work; sometimes that's the only time I get to 'work' all day. I wish I could say it sets the tone for the day, that I carry the peace and quiet with me. Some days the peace and quiet ends abruptly as soon as I walk in the front door. Other days it lasts longer, but it's hard to hold onto in the midst of chaos. But I keep going.