A Little Adventure: Little Red Riding Hood and the Big, Bad Wolf go for a Run

 I was so cold for the first four miles, I thought frostbite might truly be a danger for my fingers. Still, I smiled as I noticed both Wolf and I had a layer of frost forming near our mouths.  Were we crazy to be out in such weather?

Ice sheets flowed over the trail, and we slid precariously but managed not to fall.  It helped that we were moving even slower than usual; our legs reluctant to warm up to the run.


After five miles, the sun rose, and sunglasses went on.  We heard birdsong and watched hawks glide through the chilling blue sky.

After ten miles, I shed a jacket, and we gained speed, running all the way down Floyd street, met only by bundled families driving to church.  


After greeting Turner Lake, we turned for home, legs growing stiff, relieved to be on the homestretch.

Finally back to the car, we gratefully hopped in; both happy to have run and content to be going home-- our little adventure complete.

Morning Run Kisses