Trudgery, in Photos

I've been running my entire life, off and on. It's something I could always do no matter where we lived. It doesn't require special equipment or driving anywhere. I just put on my shoes and went out the door.

I'm not a fast runner, and I'm certainly not an effortless runner. I run just because it keeps me in good working order, basically.

It's something I do because I really have to, and it often feels like just another obligation. So it's a sort of drudgery. And as I'm often more or less doing the running equivalent of trudging, I have dubbed my exercise to be trudgery.

Get it? Yeah.

But I consider myself very fortunate to be able to trudge where I do. I don't have to worry about cars or stop lights or bad air or, well, anything. It's just me and the grasshoppers.

Just after I go out our gate . . .

Around the first corner . . .

The home stretch . . .

And back to our gate.