Break of Reality:
Break from reality:
Despite being just a hop, skip and a jump from Thanksgiving, the temperatures in St. Louis this weekend has been in the upper 60s. I came prepared for winter with my running tights and long-sleeve tech shirts have not needed either on my runs in Queeny this weekend.
Tomorrow morning we bury my paternal grandfather; as I was preparing to come home on Thursday, I discovered this group on Pandora and on an impulse bought the album Spectrum of the Sky. I don't normally run with music, but when my sister Emily said she was planning to when we went yesterday, I grabbed mine, too. This album has been an amazing soundtrack to running through the park.
Autumn is drawing to a close here; though sunny, it has been blustery and the trees are loosing the last of their leaves. Running the perimeter path in Queeny you can actually see through the large bare branches over the rolling hills down the path upon which you run.
Both runs have been incredibly soothing; and I realized how far I've come to think that a 5-miler in a hilly park at a good clip is therapeutic.
Miles 514-523: Two runs in Queeny; one for Da, one for Maw Maw. Love always.
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