Weekend Morning Walks

 Now that the days are getting shorter, I head out for my walks during the week in the dark, 

which means I miss the amazing sunrises and painted skies. 

But on weekends I set my alarm for 6:00 

and head out a little later

...perfect for catching the fiery skies.

 And it's light enough that, 

if you're lucky you get to see 

some wildlife.

I caught one,

but there were five.

 A gaggle of Canada Geese in a farmer's field

...that took off in flight as I approached.

And you meet some 

not so wild friends 

along the way too.

Happy Walking,
Marisa

Pushing Myself

This week has definitely been a struggle to keep up my morning walking routine.

Crawling out of bed and heading out 

in the dark is never easy, 

but the warm sticky weather all week has made it very tempting 

just skip the walk altogether 

and enjoy an hour extra sleep.

But I did  manage to push myself every day and hit the pavement, 

albeit a little slower heading out,

managing only 3k - 4k instead of my usual 5k

... but at least I moved which is better than nothing.

~Just Move!~

This morning, by the time I headed out the door wearing
just crop pants and a tank top 

under my reflective vest, 

it had already started to rain, the wind had picked up 

and it was actually quite cold for a change.

Being already late getting started I went back in the house
and hung my hat, ready to give my walk a pass due to the rain,
but I must be conditioned to walk...

In spite of the time,

I geared up in my rain clothes 

and headed out...

And I'm glad I did.

  Although I only had time to get in a 3k walk,

it was the best walk I've had all week. 

The air was fresh and wonderfully cool and the rain was

...well it was wet...

but 

quite

refreshing.

Happy walking,
Marisa

"The early bird catches the worm."

&
"The early walker catches the vistas."

On a recent camping trip, I was awake a 5:30am...not sure if it was my internal alarm or the haunting cry of a chipmunk that woke me, but I was up and ready to hike around the island. The hubby who over indulged on roasted wieners and marshmallows the night before wasn't up for a walk and opted to stay cocooned in his sleeping bag while I set off on my own.
As I customarily do, I gave him a time to expect me back, after which he should send out a search party if I failed to show up by the set time.


Here is what one misses by sleeping in...

Although I had allowed time for off the path excursions and photo taking, I would have stayed longer but ended up rushing to make it back to the campsite before hubby started to worry. I was late getting back but hubby, far from being worried,was snoring away with not a concern in the world about my whereabouts... gotta love him!

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