.It was one of those steady midweek runs, nothing fancy, just the rhythm of my breath and the soft crunch of gravel underfoot. The blackberries along the trail tempted me, but most of them were just out of reach, dangling like rewards for another time. I curved past King’s Pond, where the water had shrunk back for the season. A few ducks lingered, mostly females, while the rest had slipped off to better waters. I carried on, the quiet broken only by a pair of deer grazing off to the side, unbothered by my passing. That’s always the magic of this loop—wildlife tucked between fairways and pathways, reminders that the golf course is more than manicured greens. By the time I closed out the half hour, the relief was there as always: my faithful ebike waiting, untouched, ready to whisk me home. A standard mid-weeker, maybe—but a good one, marked by ponds, deer, and the steady pulse of the run.