Quiet Run

This morning when I stepped out of my door it was dead quiet.  Like I stepped into a soundproof room quiet.  Post-Ike quiet.  I actually stopped and just stood there because it was eerily quiet.  No AC units (yes, AC in February), no wind in the trees, no dogs barking, no airplanes flying, no cars driving by.  Really really quiet.

I started running and the only sound was my footfalls and the occasional drop of water because it was so humid/foggy this morning that drops of water were spontaneously forming in the air and falling like a gentle rain.

I ran for about 5 minutes in silence, then I ran past a house with its AC on.  And a bird started tweeting.  The newspaper delivery lady drove by, a dog started barking, a quick breeze blew through, and the world started turning again.

But what a strange bubble I stepped into this morning.

P.S. 3 run week, bitches, oh yeah!!  And enough days left in the week that it could potentially even be a 4 run week.  (But I'm not committing to that. (Because whenever I commit to something like that in writing, I fail. (And failing sucks.)))

P.P.S.  Does my "run" last night with Zoë count as a run?  It was only to the end of the block and back, and I was all up on my toes and practically running in place so she could keep up with/beat me, but it was by far the best run I've had all week!  She is so cute when she runs.  She ducks her head down and charges forward, high stepping it, squealing and laughing the whole way.  That's how running should be!