Paynetown in November

 I went for a terrific run this morning out at Paynetown along Pate Hollow trail. There were all my wonderful friends there too having a "trailgate" party with pancakes, hash browns, eggs, ham, sweets and more! Evan and Claire Mickey even brought out a griddle to make fresh food. Melanie brought on honest-to-god HAM even! I brought strawberries and cinnamon swirl bread. There were bananas too and hot coffee from SOMA. I could go on and on. See what I was thinking about while I ran?? food food food food food. So...to distract myself from food i decided to take a few pictures.

 Above is Lake Monroe as seen from the trail. The water looks so lovely. I'll bet it's cold! I was pretty sore at this time as well. I had been running a lot this week including a 15K trail race yesterday with a tough course. So this first lap I walked some, jogged some, stopped to take pictures. In general just tried to chill while I warmed up  my muscles and got that synovial fluid flowing. To the right is some interesting moss i found that was shaped like stars. Thought it was neat.

 I love capturing the sun in the trees. It was such a pretty day today out there. Perfect temperature, sunshine....just lovely. Here is unfortunately when I started to get lost however. I turned left when I should have gone right and followed a road a little further than I should have and ended up at some little power station with a dumpy old shed overlooking the highway. So I turned around and found the trail again. It added on about a mile to my length.

Some more sun in trees picture

 The lake was so pretty!

Here is where I started to occupy my mind with stand up comedy routines, specifically Louis C.K. who I think is HILARIOUS! He is one of the stand up comics I use on my runs when I am flagging. It gets me to laughing and distracts me from draggy legs.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there's been some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.