It's one of those days when my coffee has failed to kick in entirely. The situation is almost dire enough to prevent me from getting out for my solo run. Almost; I'm out the door.
A half-mile into the run, a smattering of brain cells begin to fire. It's enough to come up with an idea about where to go. The Brunswick Middle School Track, they suggest. It's not a bad idea. That track, like the high school one, is usually buttoned up tighter than a high-security prison. And believe me, I do know about high-security prison security. But I'd recently heard that the middle school would be opening the track up to the public on Sundays. This would only be for certain hours and I am probably too early. But hey, I'll give it a try. If I'm turned away at the gates, it will at least have been worth the try.
I'm in! First time since the track was completed a couple of years ago. I go round and round for some mindless miles. Just what the 'ole under-utilized brain needed today.
One other remarkable thing happens: A couple of hawks are hanging around the track as it begins to get light. They grudgingly hop from the track surface, up to the top of the fence each time I come by. It's unusual to get this close to these marvelous creatures, so I'm tickled.
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