So yeah, I had another encounter with a herd of cows on Sunday during my 9 mile long run. And I was on a different trail this time, too! Anyways, it wasn’t quite as traumatic as last time, but I definitely had to stop and assess whether I wanted to keep running that direction or just turn around. You’d be proud, I faced my fear and slowly snuck by the big guy. But of course when I turned around after 4.5 miles, even more cows were back on the trail again. The cows didn’t seem too interested in me, so they wandered off the trail much to my relief. I managed to snap a camera phone picture for your viewing pleasure.
The great news (not that surviving another run-in with a cow isn’t a total victory in my book) is that the 9 miles felt fantastic. I had fun music to listen to, my legs felt fresh, and the weather was pleasant. I found myself smiling many times during the run; happy to be healthy again, happy to be running.
I know I’m getting way ahead of myself here, but it was fun just imaging running down Boylston Street. The spectators. The sounds. The experience…
91 more days!