Thanksgiving seems to make everybody post lists of what they're thankful for.
Instead, I will just describe all the good things about today's run, and state
that I'm thankful for everything that made that run happen (which is a lot of
things).

Late in the afternoon I stepped out the door into cool evening air. I walk a
short distance on a reasonably quiet street, past a school. Turn at the quaint
church, where there are always flowers laid at Mary's feet. At the telephone
pole I start running, crossing the train tracks almost immediately. There are
no signals at this place, just a path worn away through some grass by many
people crossing the tracks here. I run on the right sidewalk, along the
wetland. Some days I'll see a rabbit here, but not today.

Then I reach the beach, just 3 or 4 minutes into my run, and turn to follow
it. Today there was plenty of wet, hard sand for me to run on. Early in my run
there were several seagulls flying the other way, about 5 feet above the
ground. I'd like to say that I spent time dodging seagulls, but they're much
too smart to run into me. The beach was relatively empty. There were just some
people going for a walk, a couple of runners, and a handful of hardy
vacationers who were determined to have their day at the beach. There were
also many people walking their dog. Watching a greyhound sprint through the
surf is quite a sight.

Further on there were a dozen surfers in the water, waiting for the next big
wave. Close to my turn-around point I spotted a dolphin jumping clean out of
the water. It looked like a group of 2 or 3, lazily making their way up the
coast. My way back is (obviously) very similar to the way there. I did spot
the dolphins several more times. I also passed my neighbors, who said a quick
hello as I jogged past. Working out is always better if other people know that
you're doing it. To top off a perfect run, I ran a dead even split. (Plus nine
seconds really, but who's counting?)