I decided to catch a late run this afternoon. The woodpile was calling my name. Cross training is how I think of it when I don’t think of it either as a job of work or some mystical connection to the fire starters and the dawn of man. There is something to be said for putting up your wood for the winter. And. equally, stopping for lunch and eating because you worked up a hunger. I’ll go a couple of  miles this afternoon and feel like the day has gone well. Tomorrow back on the track and likely some more wood chopping. Hard not to like the early Fall.