Chickens, crickets, and my morning run

My husband has always risen at riddle us hours of dark thirty to do various hunting and fishing activities.   Most of which I am happy to leave to him and his buddies because they involve waking in the middle of the night or cold…or both.  Neither of which I am a fan.  So, it is slightly ironic that here I am at 6 AM.  Showered, trash taken out, dog fed and walked, with my morning run already in the log books.  People, summer in TEXAS IS HOT.  running is hot.  I have come to understand if you are crazy enough to train for a marathon over the summer months, suddenly waking in the middle of the night for your run sounds much saner than running in the stifling heat later in the day.  (And it’s not even really that hot yet). I have told people who ask why I run, “I have three small children.  It’s quiet”.  Quiet indeed…just a couple of roosters, the crickets, and me.

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