Tuesday’s run was too quick again. 6:45, 6:49, 6:45 for 3 miles.
Warmer and bright on Sunday. I spent some time wandering around the backyard dreaming about outdoor projects. Even after the snow the grass has been as healthy as I can remember, so I was surprised to see some spots leading around the yard. The first ones I noticed led to the side gate, circled curiously, and returned in the direction they came. I followed the trail and observed the alternating nature of the spots like a right and left foot. With certainty the spots were created by the dog crunching through the frozen grass.