Today I was slated to run 12 miles. I only made 11. It was not the run I was hoping for. But about halfway through I turned a corner and saw sheep. There are Basque sheep herders that bring their herds down from the mountains and around the edges of town on their way to their summer grazing areas. Listening to them boosted my spirits and the next couple of miles was with a smile on my face. Without this run I would have missed this lovely little reprieve.