Yesterday Heather and I took her dogs out to Willamette Park for some play time in the water.
A quick jog past the bare plum tree
Tonight we went for a quick jog as time was not on our side. My ASOSU Senate meeting had run long, pushing our exercise well into the night. Running at night has always been very enjoyable to me. I like running in that cool, crisp air. There are hardly any cars on the road, almost no people, and few if any dogs about to give chase.
Passing the plum tree was a melancholy affair. No plums were to be had. Not until next fall will we feast on the forlorn fruit of the upper middle class suburbanites who plant plum trees for ornamentation and not for food.
In total, we jogged 2.7 miles.
Up Witham Hill, down Garfield, past the Co-Op, and back again
Tonight’s route took us through some neighborhoods I’ve never visited before. A small fluffy white dog escaped its owners, ran up to our ankles and snarled at us. After much yelling by the owner and gentle scolding from us, the fluffy puppy went back to the house from whence it came.
In the flat neighborhoods, Samantha took the lead, taking us on a circuitous route to add extra distance. In total, we jogged 3 miles.