Turtle runs

Today’s run began with a software update. I was updating some software on my work computer, and what I had hoped would be a ten-minute update quickly turned into a five-hour update. Faced with hours of staring at a progress bar, I hurried out of my office for a run.

I grabbed my sunglasses, phone, and armband, and headed out the door. I was feeling pretty good overall, and hopped down the front stairs and around the car in our driveway.

Imagine my surprise when I see this:

 

That’s a 3-toed box turtle. He was sitting right in the middle of my driveway. I have no idea why – our house is on top of a hill, and we don’t have any water landscaping. It’s not exactly a prime turtle habitat. But whatever his reasons, it sure was fun to see him.
He is such a metaphor for my running – I nearly always feel like the turtle, slow and steady. I’ll get to the finish line, but I won’t be the fastest.

I’m surprised by his size. I know box turtles are usually about the size of a quarter when they hatch. This little guy was at least the size of my fist, perhaps a bit larger. I’m guessing he must be an adult (or very nearly so).

I hated to leave the turtle, but my run was calling.


I finished 3.6 miles. Felt fantastic today!

Oh, and by the way, I also crossed the 1000-mile mark on my Nike+ app today! I feel like I should do something to celebrate. Lacking inspiration, I’ll leave you with this: