Back on the running trail

As for the dreams recounted yesterday, they might as well have pointed to something that already happened last week, at least as far as I am concerned. And today I went running again, different route partially, but down the same trail in the end where I had a little fuck-uppy a week ago. I'm extremely surefooted usually and don't even know how it happened, but somehow I had slipped on the uneven gravel trail, and the faster you run, the harder you fall. This is the aftermath, as it looks today.

Despite the little accident I finished with a time that's not even so bad - considering the steep uphill part and very rough terrain - 8 K in 43 minutes.

Today I ran 10 K in 54.5 minutes. Up the hill, down, up again & down again - I can't stress enough that there are steep hills included in nearly all of my runs, therefore the seemingly slow times, plus I don't wear a watch while running, so the time is from living room back into living room, from a second floor apartment. Of course, one flight of stairs is just about 5 seconds, but I have to unlock the front door and then my apartment door as well.

Poor muskrat I saw at the park last time was far worse off than me with my little accident, as you can see he lost his tail somehow. I wondered how this might have happened. This is a very big muskrat and my hunch is he's a fighter, and possibly it was some predator that tried to take him down but in the end failed. 

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Such is a brave warrior's life - seen here embracing the fearsome Terror of the Deep with his deadly jaws.
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