March Running

It's that most changeable of all months, and whether or not I believe that old saying about the Lion and the Lamb, it is true that both of these creatures are likely to visit at the most unexpected times.  So Saturday the temperatures soared into the 50s and we had a good morning turnout of our running group, enjoying the sunshine and the mild (i.e. lamb-like) conditions, nary a pair of tights to be seen and only a few pairs of gloves.

Nine miles!  My running log tells me that this is the longest I have run so far this year, and that is a nice feeling.  Our half marathon is only six weeks away now, and it seems as it does every Spring in Highlands that my training is behind.

This little fellow was sighted Sunday on a hike to Anna Ruby Falls (and ours are almost blooming) blowing that trumpet that heralds Spring.  Spring and warm running, fragrant breezes - surely the most blessed time of year to be a runner.