So I go out at 5:45 am, it is dark and I am on the canal. All I can think is what a way to die...some poor aligator dicking with the wrong guy. Seriously, I was running scared, every noise was an aligator. I paced at 9.5 min/miles which is much faster than I run, but I am usually not chased by imaginary alligators.
|Sunrise in FL|
|Duck and Ducklings|