Kona was finally back to herself this Tuesday. We celebrated with our first real run in over a week. The moon put on a show to celebrate with us.
We became moon chasers.
Around every bend the moon struck a new pose.
As the day dawned, we finished our series of steep hills. My lungs relaxed in the satisfaction of hard work.
Kona seemed content the gaze on the new morning. Ah, to run by moonlight and watch the day break! It was a happy dog and girl morning.