Trash Day

Wednesday is Trash Day in the 'hood...I live in a residential area with quiet streets so I can just run down the middle on the 5 am M-F runs...and oh so stealthy...coughin, spittin, sneezin' and wheezin'...but my running style will be the topic of a future blog...when the trash cans (and recycle) are all out you can run up on some interesting things. Usually by the time I am going the scavengers are all done...usually...we are country-fied enough to have fox and raccoons, not a lot of loose dogs, and of course, the bain of our running existence--skunks. No wildlife today though...just a little warm and muggy and I had sleeves on so got plenty sweaty.

Only one can was knocked over...

The horses that are stabled down by the river and the trail were real active this morning...running and making lots of horsey noise...but I could not see anything to disturb...

Running back up the hill on Trash Day sometimes there is a chance to pay it forward a little, by picking up the flattened can or bottle I have run by for a week and depositing in the recycle cans that are out along the way...nobody cares...but just like running it feels good...Trash Day ends in y...it must be a good day to run.