Set out for Camp Ockanickon this morning at 7am. Had intended to join a fitness class there sponsored by Above and Beyond Fitness, in preparation for their semi-annual mudrun next month, but I couldn't find them. In lieu of the crossfit-style workout I had come to camp for, I set out for my usual Saturday 8 miler, which turned into 9.
Running in the woods always brings to mind Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening:"
Running at camp is so good for my soul, and today was just what I needed. Gone is the humid nightmare I've been experiencing lately, replaced by the first fall morning chill with brilliant blue skies. The 9 miles went by easily as I ran past deer, wild turkeys, people out for bike rides, and several girlscouts on a weekend retreat.
Caught up with the ABF crew at the end of the run and met the trainer who seemed incredibly nice. Turns out they start their workout on a small patch of land recently acquired by camp that I didn't know about. Might try to meet up with them on a Saturday in the future.
Running in the woods always brings to mind Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening:"
The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Running at camp is so good for my soul, and today was just what I needed. Gone is the humid nightmare I've been experiencing lately, replaced by the first fall morning chill with brilliant blue skies. The 9 miles went by easily as I ran past deer, wild turkeys, people out for bike rides, and several girlscouts on a weekend retreat.
Caught up with the ABF crew at the end of the run and met the trainer who seemed incredibly nice. Turns out they start their workout on a small patch of land recently acquired by camp that I didn't know about. Might try to meet up with them on a Saturday in the future.
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