Cutting Trees and Running

I was running with Mudd in the jogger when he started making himself heard. He eyed a man cutting trees and boy, was he enthralled. I was itching to keep running but Mudd looked so intent that I felt bad budging. So, we sat there for a good ten minutes watching the branches fall to the ground and the man move up and down with the leaves.

It was just a mental check for me. Keep it simple.

It reminded me of a question Jam frequently asks me when I am running on the treadmill, or what he affectionately calls "treadmilling."

Jam: "Momma, where are you running to?"

Me: "Never really thought of that before, Bud."