The First Light

Walking Mileage: 1.14
November Miles Walked: 32.29

Temperature upon departure: 52*

Humidity: 83%

This Thanksgiving I'll be thankful that I walk, that I can walk. Hopefully my feet will feel the same! 13.1 miles starting at 7 am on the streets of Atlanta with 50,000 others, we will earn our right to overeat on this National Holiday.

It's no secret that I am not much of a morning person. It's not that I don't like mornings, I just don't like to get out of a comfy bed and I really hate to break away from my vivid dreaming. This morning I was dreaming about Alaska, again. Bethel actually of all places! In the words of Ashley Judd, "I'm addicted to sleep". This morning Matt so kindly helped me to get up at 6 after hitting the snooze and climbing back in bed, he got up with me and we all went for a walk under the stars. We bundled up thinking it would be chilly, it wasn't, it was actually warm and rather humid. The boys really were sleepy still so they walked nicely by my side with no pulling what so ever. It was too dark to see any squirrels or birds and luckily we didn't see any rats or cats. The neighborhood was dark and empty, no one else was out. I'm not comfortable walking in the dark for some reason, too much Law & Order I guess. I never minded in Alaska, but it always felt safe. Here the street lights aren't always working and there are always dark corners and spaces. I have the dogs which I believe would protect me with their lives, but there is something I can't put my finger on.

As we came down our street the first light was just drowning out the last of the stars. The perfect deep blue was brightening and I was happy, I felt safe and Petey looked satisfied.