Running with…er…horses?


I promise I don’t plan on writing about running everyday, because let me tell you it does not always make me happy. But, today was an interesting run. Usually during the week I run in my neighborhood. I live slightly out in the county, on a lake that opens to the Mississippi River. On one side of the road the landscape is filled with houses. Almost all the houses are on stilts, and we often have to worry about flooding during the spring. On the other side of the road you will see woods or open fields. Towards the end of my running route there is field filled with, yep, you guessed it, horses. I love running by them, such beautiful creatures. One day, a few months ago, they ran alone side my running buddy and me. It was breath taking. But, we were divided by the pasture fence. Thankfully.

Today, they were free. Yep. Just hanging out on the road. No biggie. We slowed our run to a walk and passed through them no trouble. They just watched us as we moved by them. [Side note: It reminded me of this print my parents have in their house (see above). Although there was no snow today- it felt like 100 degrees. I have always loved a Bev Doolitte.] A 1/2 mile later we reached the end of the road and turned around to head back toward the horses. This time, one started chasing us! I have had dogs chase me, but never a horse! We quickly veered off the road onto a drive way and ran on private driveways until we could come back to the road 1/4 of a mile down from the horses. You know you live in the county when a horse chases you. That is my story, and I am sticking to it.

Any interesting animals chase you recently?


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