Monday--July 7th

I woke up at about midnight and could not go back to sleep. I tossed and turned but just could not get to sleep. Finally, about 4am I fell back to sleep. When Richard knocked on the door about 5am (to go run) I told him I was exhausted and apologized that I didn't want to go. He was very nice about it and went out for a bit himself. Keep in mind that he has been nursing his ailing knee and has done no running or walking for a few weeks. So nice of him! I felt really bad about it, however I was so tired that I just went back to sleep.



I didn't do much that day. I read a guide book on London that Karen (Richard's super-fantastic wife) loaned me. Throughout the day I made notes of things that I may/may not want to do.



Richard came home and immediately suggested that we go see the middle section of the footpath so I could recognize it. Sounded like a plan. Since it was chilly and sprinkling (not hard rain, just light rain) we took our jackets.



It was WET! The ground was wet and the tall weeds only added to the moisture my shoes collected. Richard pointed out (several times) that his shoes were made of Gore-tex so his feet were dry. Mine were far from it; both my shoes and socks were super saturated.



The trails were great but I was definitely worried about finding my way around. Since I had seen the end of the trails and now the middle, I was very unsure of the path because I had never seen the origin. We had fun--he enjoyed showing me his running/walking routes and I enjoyed seeing them. We looked for rabbits and foxes but saw none.



We were out for longer than anticipated. Richard noticed that it was 7pm and we were late for dinner so we headed home. As usual, Karen had prepared a delicious dinner. After dinner we agreed to get up at 5am and explore the beginning of the trails.