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Early Morning Runs

From Tuesday, July 29th, 2008, so about 126 days ago, [Popularity: 3%]

Sparkle and my morning routine now includes some jogging. I’ve decided to steal back a small fragment of my day and by getting up a half an hour earlier I’m hoping to squeeze in a longer stroll — or three times a week — a five kilometer run in the nearby park. Tomorrow will be day one, though we’ve been getting up earlier for a few days now.

The poor dog doesn’t know what she’s in for, that’s certain.

This morning on our march I was intrigued by the sounds of the Anthony Henday dropping from afar and into the park. The open field must act as a giant sound collector, amplifying the traffic noises that a virtually unnoticeable even just a block away at our house.

And I only hear it in the mornings, too.

Maybe the whir of traffic will keep me going for that thirty minute jog at such an uninviting hour, pre-breakfast and pre-coffee, and with an unsuspecting canine in tow.

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