The gravel roads are full of turtle tracks lately, as the female painted and snapping turtles emerge from their watery habitats to lay eggs on land.
This female was busy in the driveway this morning, depositing her eggs in the sandy gravel. She was so focused on her task, she was not distracted by my presence. I'll have to mark this spot and keep track of it; If I come back at the right time, I just may see baby snapping turtles emerging from the ground.
I've been making some tracks of my own lately, and this encounter was one of the rewards for doing so. For the last five mornings, I've been going for a run. Yes, you read that right. At 41, after not having run seriously for almost twenty years, I've decided it's time to make a serious effort to get back in shape. I enjoyed running when I was in college; it was a good way to get away from the stress of classes and dorm life. In retrospect, I didn't know what stress was then!
At my peak, I was running maybe five or six miles every other day. This week, I have a course that's maybe half to three quarters of a mile, and I run a little and walk a little. The mosquitoes give me an incentive to keep running, at least until my body screams "ENOUGH!" Then I come back to the new house and do some stretching and yoga. I've been meaning to get into a yoga routine for months, but oddly enough I seem to need to rev up my metabolism a bit before I can get into the relaxed state yoga requires. So far, running and yoga have been a good match and a routine I look forward to in the morning.