Day 2,891 —Bright Blue Morning— with my PICTURE of MORNING FROST #675

Thinking about how imperfect my stride is as I run haphazardly into the bright blue morning. 

I did almost the identical run recently, but I like the straight path by Grant’s Farm and looking out at the horses. 

I was finally hitting my stride about mile 3 as I was able to flow with fewer interruptions when the inevitable slight misstep took over, I responded with smaller more precise movements. 

Even though, slow and stumbling is how I imagine most of my movements would appear to anyone looking on, I felt small and accurate like a baby tiger sensing the right way to go.