This year, the weather has seemed to change by the calendar. Yesterday was the first day of fall, and it rained. And you know what I have to say to that? Bring it on. Last winter was so long, that I didn't even get used to warm, summer weather. It snowed in June, for goodness' sake.
Anyway, despite the cold air last night, Cody and I went out for an evening run. I guess I should qualify that better. Cody went for a run, and I went for a sprint.
When we were in Hawaii, I was reminded on a daily basis how much farther he can walk in one step than I can. The length of his stride and lack of length in my own was especially apparent on our hike to and from Hanauma Bay.
Last night's run was about two miles. I was able to keep up with him for the first half. On the second leg, however, he really put some distance between us.
Then, in true "The Tortoise and the Hare" form, Cody stopped to take a nap (I mean walk) while I continued at my pace for the rest of the run.
Naturally, I thought I had the race in the bag. (I've always been a believer in Aesop's morals.) Then, one block from home, I heard a runner approaching from behind. Cody, wanting to dispell all belief in Aesop's fables, beat me, the tortoise, in the last Provo block of the race.
The only thing keeping the original fable alive is the dissimilarity between Cody and the hare, and myself and the tortoise. Tonight's race was more like a race between a giraffe and a donkey. A quick Google search has revealed that a giraffe's top speed is about 37 miles per hour. Another quick Google search has found that nobody cares how fast a donkey can run.