I ran 10 miles this morning down a trail loaded with Wild Black berries.
At mile 6 I treated myself to several handfuls, and felt instantly hydrated.
Somewhere at this point my husband
and son were gorging themselves with a bounty
of blackberries as well- hence the reason they agree to go on my long runs in the Fall.
We had a great morning,
WITH purple hands to prove it.
AFTER mile 6 when I got tired of running, I started dreaming
of Blackberry pie, and telling myself I could have some, someday if I kept going. :)
It was an enjoyable vision.
A great run, with a surprising treat along the way.
And my ankle even held up just fine.
Oh Saturday you are always the best day.