I am pleased to say that I did not drag my running shoes and clothes to Texas for naught. Despite the two hour time difference, on the first morning I dragged my tired self out bed at 6:30 a.m., pulled on my clothes in the dark so as to not wake my roomies and stumbled out half awake. Uncertain of our surroundings, my husband was graciously waiting to accompanying me out into the scary wilds of south Texas. The most dangerous things in the neighborhood were water moccasins and unleashed dogs. I saw many of of the second, and non of the first - thank goodness. I have to admit I was a bit leary after our hostess warned us to stay in the middle of the road so as to not disturb the poisonous snakes that resided in the damp grass on the sides of the road. I stayed right in the middle of the road - only veering slightly for large trucks passing. Honestly, I wasn't sure which was more dangerous.
Despite working long days cleaning and painting, I jogged two additional times with a sweet lady named Pat and enjoyed her cheerful company as I huffed and puffed my tired self along. It really is amazing what a difference good company makes. I also discovered on this trip, that despite how tired I was and how nasty it was to put on the same running clothes for 3 days, that just getting out and jogging for 30 minutes energized me and cleared my head for the entire day. It also certainly didn't hurt to burn off some of that intensely fried Southern food.
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