Good morning running peeps. It was a good morning out on the trails this morning, although it was a tad chilly for old SoCal. My knuckles got quite numb. Well I take that back, the knuckles on my right hand were nice and toasty in the sleeve of my pullover which has lovely little thumb holes. Best invention ever. Well ok maybe not EVER, but right up there. But the knuckles on my left hand had to suffer out in the cold because of my Watch, which with the GPS is too bulky to cover and uncover while trying to keep running. It was just too much trouble so I ran with a frozen hand for a good 3 miles. Not something you might expect for March in Tustin. But it was a beautiful morning. The sun came up and cast long golden highlights against the tree shadows. Everyone seems to smile and say hello and all lower limbs seemed happy to be out running. Made for a great start to my Wednesday. I did about 4.5 miles as I am getting ready to help with a running club at work. So there will be lots of stories in the coming months as I get back to running regularly and you know what my brain does out there on that road. Kooooky. :) Stay tuned.
This was the most surreal hour and a half of the whole trip. We made our way out to Howard Air Force Base (which is no longer an AFB) and found our old house. Just looking at the photos I get emotional all over again. Not that I broke down crying or anything but it was really weird standing in a place that holds so many memories. Here is me freaking out that we found it!!! Our old Street! Coffey Avenue! Exploring the old digs! This stairwell led up to the door in the kitchen. It was a little creepy so I just filmed from where I was. :-/ I don't do creepy. Here we are in front of 60A Coffey Ave! That "hill" behind my mom seemed so much bigger when we lived there. I remember my dog running down it and tripping, which led to a head over heels tumble that still makes me laugh when I think of it. And that fence used to be a favorite spot for three toed sloths to hang out. ...
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