Into Every Life A Little Poison Ivy May Grow

This morning I had a great five mile run. Everything was in alignment. The temperature was in the low 50’s, the sun was rising, no wind, my easy pace was right where it should be and my heart rate stayed in my mid to low zone three. I don’t know what changed that my heart rate is staying in a good zone despite the hills I run. All I know is my lungs are stronger and can handle it. One theory is it is from all of the swimming I have been doing that has helped my lung capacity. Regardless of the source,  I will take it.

The afternoon is a rest of sorts. My training partner and I decided to take off from lifting today. It is a good idea to give our muscles a rest and not risk injury with a race so soon. Since I had time afterwork, I lingered in the back yard with the dogs – and discovered there is more poison ivy in my ivy and myrtle beds than I thought. Right in the area where one of my dogs, Barnabas, likes to romp. Poor guy, he is so darn cute by I am not touching him. Now paranoia is setting it. I immediately felt an itch on one of my fingers. It is now wrapped in a bandaid for good measure. I called my landscaper and they are bringing in the spray tomorrow. I am torn, pesticides and chemicals are not what I want around my pets, but I also don’t want them dragging in poison ivy. For the next few days the wandering fellow is going to be on a leash – in my fenced in backyard.

Isn’t that just like life? A good morning run, free time this evening in the warm sunshine and them bam – when you least expect it poison ivy puts a cramp on things. Hopefully I am in the clear and the precautions I am taking are sufficient. But what else can I do? Nothing. All the preparing in the world can not prevent things that are out of my control. There will always be something pesky with deep roots getting in the way. I can look in the backyard and fret about it, or I can look out my front door. There is a robin’s nest on my front porch. The four eggs hatched on Monday and the four little birds are quickly growing. The mom, I named Rosie, is a diligent mom taking care of her young. It is inspiring to look at the growth. So I will make sure the problem in the back is taken care of, but focus on the good in the front. Always looking forward.

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    1. I just snuck a picture of the baby birds. Rosie must be hunting for worms. Will keep you posted! Yes, Barney is a special little guy. I like big names for little dogs. Thanks!

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