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A to Z of Thankful Me: R

A to Z Challenge, Day 18: R


R is for Raspberries, the world’s best fruit,


And for Running 


And Redheads


And Roses, to boot!

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Thanks to my redheaded son!  Happy birthday!

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  1. Reading!!! Reading Refeshes and Relaxes me. I Respect wRiters, Recognise their Remarkable Reisourcefullness wRiting about Romances and Resilience, Real life, Relationships and even Religions. When Reading I'm Restoring Really....

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  2. WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! DID YOU GROW THE RASPBERRIES!? I remember that was an issue wasn't it!? Those look amazing!

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    1. Oh, I wish. No, those are my parents' plants. I planted 2 raspberry plants this spring. One has leaves, one is dead. Whether or not the one produces fruit remains to be seen. Stay tuned.

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  3. Those raspberries do look beautiful -- and so does your redhead!

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    1. I love raspberries--and my redheaded boy!

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  4. trying the 'running' thing again (2 miles in the very early morning… naturally the whole reason I am interested is to see if I can reduce my time and, in the process, recover some cardiovascular capacity that seems to have slipped away in the past, I don't know, 15 or 20 years?)

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    1. You will be able to do both, but my (unsolicited) advice is to start slow. Build up the cardiovascular capacity first, then work on slowly increasing the time. When I first started, I ran too fast (granted, it was still slow, but it was too fast for me), and found it too difficult.

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  5. I love raspberries and I also love running, probably the latter most of all.

    Thank you for sharing and good luck with the rest of the challenge :)

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    1. I'm a bit of a roller-coaster runner--some weeks I'm very consistent, other weeks I struggle to run. Hopefully I'll be able to become more disciplined in my efforts.

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  6. I love raspberry! The fruit, the color, the scent.
    And I love redheads! Have one of my very own, although he tries to deny it (which is not possible).

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    1. One of the raspberry plants I planted this year is not dead yet. :-)
      My redhead has embraced his hair color, but when he was younger he did get annoyed with all the little old ladies who would tell him what "pretty" hair he had.

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