Far Sighted

I hadn't gone very far along the Back Cove when I came across a rough-legged hawk sitting on a post not more than 10 feet from the path. I was just going to keep running, figuring it would fly off; It didn't. I pulled out my cell to take a picture. I could tell it didn't fly because it was taking refuge from the crows. It still didn't fly when I crept closer. I loved the way (s)he tilted her/his head at me. Maybe I could have gotten even closer. There were no signs of flight, but I didn't want to press the issue. Maybe it would be easier to go at me than to be pestered by the crows. So I took my picture and one more for good measure. Given that there isn't a photo to go with this post, it might be safe to assume they didn't turn out. Well, they weren't even saved. Without my glasses, I couldn't tell which button to press for that. I thought I knew. Oh well. It was cool.

I continued out the Eastern Prom trail, down Commercial, up High, across the bridge and turned around at 5 miles. I was just under 9 minute miles. It wasn't till the eight mile mark that I realized I hadn't coughed or felt a hint of my cold. In fact, when I was a mile out I decided to push it a little. I ran the last mile in 7:53! Not a bad way to end my first 10 miler since before Christmas. I did have a mini-coughing fit at the end, but, it was worth it! Great run.