I went for a run in the neighborhood this morning and I thought I would die. Literally. I got to 4.3 miles and I just gave up. It is so hard to run on trails all weekend and then come home to pavement. So. Very. Hard.
I ran on my running trail both days we were at the cabin. The first day was a bit more challenging because MacGyver hadn’t yet had the time to mow it down so I had to dodge all the roots that had grown up and I had to watch out for critters. Luckily, the only major incident was with this guy.
Well, here’s a much better picture. I took the next one right before he sang out and flew over me.
And did I mention that he had a very long snake in his mouth? Well, he did. And it was hella scary.
The other issue with my trail on Saturday were the random holes that appeared. I’m not sure what made said holes and after the Sand hill crane snake incident, I’m not sure I ever want to know.
Here is the photographic evidence.
And then I found a bazillion more. And then I started finding very large ones, like this.
MacGyver went around the entire trail and filled them all in for me before I ran the next day so the dogs and I would not get hurt. (He’s a keeper!)
The next day we ran our asses off and I may or may not have fallen asleep with them.
A little later, MacGyver and I took a ride on the ATV. MacGyver took me on the upper trail which is the more dangerous one. It’s the higher part where you can look down over the side and see down about 40 feet into the palm scrubs and cypress trees. It gets a little hairy in some parts and MacGyver just plows right through. (Mom, if you’re reading I’m so kidding, we always take the lower trail and MacGyver always stays in 2nd gear, he’s such an old man.)
I finally broke down and brought home a piece of driftwood from our property. I can’t wait to see how it’s going to look around the pond.
We were exhausted by Sunday afternoon and ready to get home but then MacGyver spotted something between the orange trees in the groves on the way out.
Yes friends, that’s a Turkey call in his hands. A good wife lets her husband go hunting but a great wife will sit quietly in a car while super exhausted with two exhausted dogs and let her excited husband use his turkey call for half an hour to try to bring out some turkeys because she knows how happy he’ll be when this happens.
And that smile on his face lasted the entire three hour ride home!
I’d say it was a pretty successful trip. I need to get back to that running trail.
How was your weekend?