I got a trophy!

I'd seen it featured on several blogs, but I had to make do with the boring brown variety, the fly agaric. But on my Sunday morning run I finally saw her myself!

She was standing there looking pretty, like a little trophy cup. And as I ran past, a tree let go of its leaves, and they gently fell down on me like a rain of confetti. I felt as if I had just won a trophy, and people were showering me with confetti.

The rewards of running come in many forms. And sometimes you get the trophy without running the race.