Trail Run
Day off work today. I took H to school and Winnie for a trail run. That’s what we call it now, apparently. My Garmin watch defined it for me.
![I could not decide on a definition](/images/derivatives/article/trailrun.jpg)
It wasn’t a run because the hills were too steep. It wasn’t a walk because I ran/stumbled down the hills. It was a trail with lots of huge puddles. Winnie loved it. Although for some reason I think trail-run sounds like a name foisted on me by fit young Californian called Chuck who works for Garmin’s Customer Engagement team. I might be overthinking it.
On the way home we bought a ute load of gravel and some bits and bobs from the hardware shop. We also picked up some groceries. When I say “We” I am being a tad optimistic, Winnie did not contribute much. In fact she whined and moaned when I left her in the back of the ute on a pile of gravel whilst I was in the shop. At home our builders and a plumber were busy. I fixed a broken pipe, shoveled the gravel into a ditch and fed the dog. Made a sheep curry. I called our Window people to make sure they’re making our windows for downstairs. Our neighbour had a screaming bout. Dogs barked. A fairly normal suburban day.
![Winnie, trail running](/images/derivatives/article/2018-Winnie.jpg)
Here is Winnie trail running with me this morning. We did not go far because we had lots of other jobs to do today. Now it’s time to go meet H off the bus. The day went quick.
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