On Easter Morning my run was a mere 7 miles. Following Saturday’s mid-afternoon 12 mile run was difficult. I woke up at 6:30 a.m., and crawled out of bed at 7 a.m. to head off for a run around the city. It was quiet out. I was a bit sore but, because there was hardly anyone in sight, I felt peaceful and comfortable on the streets.
The kids and hubby were home sleeping as I ran past quiet houses and later past church goers heading into Easter Mass. Further along, I smelt pancakes cooking in some of the houses, bringing back memories of childhood Easters with my family.
The run was slow but that was okay. Back at home we did the egg hunt, followed by a delicious breakfast. Then, later in the day, DD came home for a visit from L.A. and we had my Mom over for lasagna. Yum! It was nearly midnight by the time my head hit the pillow. 