Cow Kisses | Tigger Mania

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This morning I had to get my tail out the door. There was the matter of 12 miles to run before I had to zoom out the door for church.

MFH (My Favorite Husband) got up earlier than usual so he could make our Sunday morning pancakes. He’s been making pancakes almost every Sunday morning the entire 31+ years we’ve been married.

We ate the pancakes, I threw on my running stuff, mixed up some Tailwind and flew out the door.

I had decided that since it was cooler weather (by Mississippi standards), that I would head east and run Limerock Road.

I avoid Limerock like the plague during the hot months. This stretch of road is tough! When it’s summer, it gets plain ugly. As a matter of fact, a few summers ago, I tried to run Limerock and I had vultures circling overhead! I kid you not!!!! Limerock is hard. It’s super pretty but it’s hard.

Seeing as the temps were kind of runner friendly, I decided to give Limerock a shot.

The first 10K I held my own and I was thinking to myself that maybe today I would conquer Limerock. I made it to where it dead ends and turned around. THAT’s when I remembered why this road is soooo hard.

Up until this point, almost the entire run had been downhill. That meant the rest of the run, the part where I’m tired from running, would be all uphill. YAY?

I started trudging home.

I have to say, one of the reasons I keep coming back to this route is because it’s so pretty! At the very end of the road, the trees canopy the the street. The sunshine dapples on the road. I just love it!

I finally made it back to Evans Road and some easier running but my tank was on empty. Lucky for me, the cow farmer was trying to encourage about a dozen cattle off a trailer. He was taking them to a different field to graze.

*pic courtesy of Google Images

I stopped to watch the cattle be unloaded. The farmer saw me and we started chatting. This is the story I told him:

I had two relatives, we’re going to call them Uncles. One of them raised cattle in southern Iowa. The other was a hog producer in northern Iowa.

When I was a little girl, we went to visit the Uncle in southern Iowa and his cattle. He was kind and let me get up early to help him feed the cows. I can remember stradling that old wooden fence, sitting on the fence post.

He gave me a bucket of feed and told me to spread it in the trough. So, I did!

The cows were soooo happy for their breakfast! One came up and give me a big ol’ cow kiss~~~right on the cheek! I’ll never forget it!!! *Did you know cows have scratchy tongues like cats? I didn’t either until then.*

The Uncle up north, the Uncle with the hogs? He was always wanting to host the family reunion at his place. Year after year, we all politely declined. Hogs are noisy and smelly. NOT a place for a family reunion.

Anyway, the cow farmer this morning thought that was hilarious. We shared a laugh. He closed the door on his trailer and I wrapped up my run.

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