5.2 miles
franklin hill turn around
31 degrees
30-40% snow and ice covered
Hooray for great runs! Hooray for clearer paths! Hooray for strong legs and adequate knees and functioning feet! I wasn’t planning to run to the bottom of the franklin hill but I did. The path was not perfect–icy and slushy spots, but I didn’t fall or get too tired. Ran straight into the wind heading north. Had it at my back on the return trip. Encountered many other runners, a few fat tires. No skiers. A dog or two. Heard a few birds–no geese or crows. Glanced at the river at least once. Dark brown, then half white. Greeted Dave, the Daily Walker near the end of my run. I called out, “What a great day to be out!” Anything else? Forgot to look at the river when I reached the bottom of the hill, so I have no idea if it was moving and how fast.
One of my sisters posted a link to a gigantic list of collective nouns for animals. So cool! My favorite from the Sea Animal list: a shiver of sharks, a glint of goldfish, and a squad of squid, or a squid squad.
This has me wondering what a group of Saras might be called.
- a satchel of Saras
- a sink of Saras
- a swarm of Saras
- a swath of Saras
- a swirl of Saras
- a shiver of Saras
- a nest of Saras
- a charm of Saras
- a stand of Saras
- a squad of Saras
- a sedge of Saras
- a stable of Saras
- a surfeit of Saras
- a string of Saras
- a school of Saras
Maybe I’ll try to work this into my poem-in-progress, the Saras?