Two-day catch up

It's been an enjoyably active couple of days.

Yesterday, Taz and I took another meandering run through campus, this time to check out the Kittredge ponds in hopes of seeing some goose families. We were in luck! Three families were just waking up, one after the other, much to our delight. (We stayed well back from the pond so as not to frighten them with my wild and woolly cattle dog.)

The first family - with the oldest goslings - ventures into the pond

The 2nd family, with younger goslings, makes an entrance. Both families staying well clear of each other.

Young goslings of the 3rd family wobble down the slope toward the pond while mama stands on shore

Next up comes Fitness Class via Zoom. Taz decided to hang out and keep an eye on me.

Taz's initial impression: booooooring

Then came wall sits and Taz decided he could help.

And with class over: I did good, eh mom?

Then it was back outside to do some weeding and such - such as take pictures of our irises which seem to be having a banner year.

Today: biathlon day - 

First an 8-mile hill run (running up and down a bunch of hilly streets on the west side of town).  Temperatures were in the 60s even at 5 a.m. so Taz was more than ready to take a quick dip in a creek on our way back home from the hilly bit of our run.

And as soon as I got home, it was time to swap out running shoes for retired running shoes - aka gardening shoes - pop back outside and plant our tomatoes in our new garden plot for tomatoes. Our old garden plot for tomatoes had become too shady as nearby trees grew ever taller and branchier.  This year we actually did something about it and cleared out what used to be a south-facing flower garden sacrificing a bit of fanciful color for, hopefully, delectable fresh and flavorful tomatoes.

 I suppose I could refer to this as a triathlon day since, after the tomato planting extravaganza, I tuned in to the zoom fitness class.  But I did give myself a 45 minute smoothie break between the tomatoes and the training so that hardly counts as a three-sport effort, eh?