It’s 40 Degrees in Vacaville and I’m trying to convince myself to go running by Alamo Creek. I suppose I can toss on a sweater on the trail. Maybe.
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smileâ€ by William Cullen Bryant
It’s quite lovely to run on the trail at this time of year. I liked watching the autumn leaves fall. My little jogs are a nice time to enjoy my iPod music. It’s also a good time to think. I like having my crazy tangents rattle around inside my head as my feet hit the pavement. It’s like listening to a wild jazz solo with my running shoes providing a beat and base rhythm.