This morning I got up early and cranked out five very easy miles before 8am, which felt good. I love when the temperature is perfect for shorts and a long sleeve, and that’s what we had this morning. When I got out, the sky had just turned from black (when I first got up to nurse the baby) to dark blue (as I was eating my instant oatmeal), to light blue (when I was making faces at the baby, procrastinating- I was procrastinating, not the baby), and finally to bright clear, crystal blue. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sun was sparkling through the yellow leaves, while it cast a pink glow on the Flatirons. I have come to expect every morning to look like this, and yet I never fail to notice that it looks more like a place that should just be on a postcard, and not a place that I actually get to live.
The run itself was nothing special. It just felt good to move, especially given the fact that yesterday I felt pretty blah all day. In fact, I felt pretty blah most of today, too. For the second day in a row, I took a nap when Sweet Pea napped, which is something I seldom do. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve napped since she was born. I would so much rather do pretty much anything, even pay bills or clean, than sleep in the middle of the day. But I’ve felt pretty wiped these past couple of days, hence the napping. I’m sure part of it is the change of seasons. Now that the days are significantly shorter, our chickens are laying a lot less. We used to get three to five eggs a day (we have five chickens), but now we get about one or maybe two a day. I guess we all get a little less productive in the fall.