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I got ready bright and early to meet Pinkie Pie, Applejack and Rainbow Dash at the castle door for our morning run. Pinkie still got there before I did, but at least I got in a few stretches before Applejack and Dash arrived. I was feeling quite pleased with myself (despite getting beat to my own front door by Pinkie), I'd found a headband to match my scarf. Pinkie wasn't wearing the yak hoof ring this time, but she did have a scarf to match her legwarmers. Dash was sporting a scarf too, the one that was one of the gifts the yaks gave us. Only Applejack braved our training run without any fancy garb whatsoever.
Pinkie's plan was to circle Ponyville again, but going the other way around and finishing at Sugarcube Corner for hotcakes. We were all itching to pound the ground so without further ado, we were off! Charging off across the nearest pasture with Pinkie in the lead.
It's getting quite cold at night now. The cold lingers late into the morning, leaving a touch of frost on the grass and shrouding the Ponyville river in a freezing mist that rises lazily and barely peeks above the sides of the riverbanks. The frost makes the grass slippery and brittle and as we thundered through the pasture in a sweeping curve toward the edge of town, I could hear the rattling grass stalks hiss as they shook in our wake. By the time we reached the edge of the field we'd burned off our excess adrenaline and we were blowing great gouts of hot steam. Pinkie eased onto the road at a distance-friendly fast trot.
We amused ourselves by synchronizing our hoofbeats, the four of us running as one. We were having a great time and just like the last time, several ponies that watched us trot by couldn't resist the pounding call. They kicked up their heels, dropped what they were doing and came galloping up to join us.
Crossing the bridges was a bit tricky. The mist rising from the river had left a heavy frost on the structure and the sun had not risen high enough yet to burn it off. My hooves were sliding in every direction and we came close to getting tangled and tripping, skidding over the bridge and back into better traction by virtue of luck more than out of skill. I stepped a lot lighter crossing back to Ponyville on the next bridge.
I think we were twenty ponies circling the castle at the end of the run. The frost was melting fast and Pinkie's legwarmers were soaked, so were my legs. We went straight from the castle to Sugarcube Corner and the promise of hotcakes. We slowed to a walk and entered -- a table was already set for us, so we rested our rumps on stools while Pinkie ran upstairs to remove her wet garments and Mr Cake fetched our reward.
Pinkie's plan was to circle Ponyville again, but going the other way around and finishing at Sugarcube Corner for hotcakes. We were all itching to pound the ground so without further ado, we were off! Charging off across the nearest pasture with Pinkie in the lead.
It's getting quite cold at night now. The cold lingers late into the morning, leaving a touch of frost on the grass and shrouding the Ponyville river in a freezing mist that rises lazily and barely peeks above the sides of the riverbanks. The frost makes the grass slippery and brittle and as we thundered through the pasture in a sweeping curve toward the edge of town, I could hear the rattling grass stalks hiss as they shook in our wake. By the time we reached the edge of the field we'd burned off our excess adrenaline and we were blowing great gouts of hot steam. Pinkie eased onto the road at a distance-friendly fast trot.
We amused ourselves by synchronizing our hoofbeats, the four of us running as one. We were having a great time and just like the last time, several ponies that watched us trot by couldn't resist the pounding call. They kicked up their heels, dropped what they were doing and came galloping up to join us.
Crossing the bridges was a bit tricky. The mist rising from the river had left a heavy frost on the structure and the sun had not risen high enough yet to burn it off. My hooves were sliding in every direction and we came close to getting tangled and tripping, skidding over the bridge and back into better traction by virtue of luck more than out of skill. I stepped a lot lighter crossing back to Ponyville on the next bridge.
I think we were twenty ponies circling the castle at the end of the run. The frost was melting fast and Pinkie's legwarmers were soaked, so were my legs. We went straight from the castle to Sugarcube Corner and the promise of hotcakes. We slowed to a walk and entered -- a table was already set for us, so we rested our rumps on stools while Pinkie ran upstairs to remove her wet garments and Mr Cake fetched our reward.
