Yesterday Jenny took me on an awesome trail run in the Rattlesnake National Recreation Area, just outside Missoula. It felt good to be running again, particularly because I was with an old running partner. It brought back memories of running with the team as a pack down the roads and trails, the rhythm of our strides falling just inches from each other, the constant chatter on all things consequential and otherwise. This is why I ran, for the camaraderie. I have never been a big fan of long-distance road running, but I think I could get into trail running. It feels more like a fast hike, with less focus on maintaining a consistent pace and more stops to admire the view. Though I have to fail my New Balance Minimus shoes for the stone bruise on my foot.
Today began with a trip to the farmers market, then berry picking in Jenny and Don’s backyard. There appears to have been a raspberry explosion overnight. Unsure what to do with all these berries, we’ve started adding them to everything we eat and drink, salads topped with raspberries, berries and yogurt, a splash of raspberry in my water, and the guys’ favorite, gin and juice. We headed to the river in the afternoon to relax on the bank, with periodic soaks in the cool water when the sun got too hot. Life is good.