A morning run

You sleep soundly, waking as the dawn light breaks through your window. Looking outside you decide it's an excellent morning for a run, and without more thought you dress in running gear and make your way outside to the cool morning air.

You warm up, then set off in the direction of the lake that borders the campus, deciding that it's a place you haven't visited and it would be a pretty place to start a run. You jog easily, loving the feeling of clean air and the feeling of contained strength and power as you run. You remind yourself that you should run every day, and rebuke yourself for having let the last two days pass without it.

You reach the lake and jog in place for a moment, admiring the view. It's more a pond than a lake, but is very pretty, lined with trees along it's shores with no sign of dwellings that you can see. You turn to your left and frown as you see a few empty liquor bottles scattered on the grass. It looks like this is something of a party spot, and you wonder if Diana Naylor knows of it.

You pass it by, making a note to mention it, or at least keep an eye on it. You see what appears to be a trail running into the woods and without hesitation you take it, jogging into the shade of the trees, your footfalls almost silent on the loam. The narrow trail winds along the lakeshore never getting more than a hundred feet from the waters edge. You pass a few branching trails but elect to stick to the main path, enjoying the sight of the placid water.