So while I was out in California I was able to get a couple of walks in with my mom. My parents house is perfectly located for some great loop walk/run paths. This particular one is just about 2 miles long and has some great rolling hills.
So the second morning there I get up to walk the dog with my mom. It's a beautiful morning, cool temps, blue skies, no humidity. This is an exercise haven.
As we're walking my mom says to me that we're going to pick some figs off of the tree just ahead for breakfast. I'm thinking to myself that we're not very far into are walk and that's a long way to carry them but I'm like OK.
So we walk up the street and come to this huge lush fig tree right on the road. I pick two handfuls of figs and continue on. Not much longer I look at my mom...she's eating the figs. I start laughing, ohh. this is a little early breakfast treat. So I eat the two handfuls of figs which were juicy and delicious but at the same time I'm thinking what is this going to do to my bowels.
A little further on the walk we had blackberries that were warm and reminded me of having a warm berry pie strait from the oven.
I wish this was my regular walk because I love figs with a little Gorgonzola cheese and balsamic vinaigrette and they are expensive in the store.
As a side, I did not suffer any ill effects from this "regular" walk and we did it again....
Mmmm. Figs. Good Stuff.