Last week my 7 mile run went really well, so even though my legs were feeling kind of heavy I was feeling ok about my 8 miles planned for today. Even though it was ugly (guys, running is really hard sometimes), the distance wasn't my fear. Today it was all about the geese.
|I like it this way: goose free.|
To avoid the geese, I ended up changing my course a little. I went down some roads that I had been meaning to go on for a while instead of looping around the lake multiple times. New scenery and not being charged by a goose? I call it a win. I'm looking forward to exploring the neighborhood around the park a little more now that I've discovered how pretty it is. I guess my irrational fear ended up being a good thing this time?