Wednesday, February 03, 2010
It was definitely hard to pull myself out of bed this morning. But poor Cooper, I had promised him a long run last night before we went to bed...and he did not forget. He kept putting his wet nose on my arm until finally I slid out from under my warm fleece blankets. I always joke about how he is my trainer...and this morning he proved that it is very true. I dressed in my layers with my eyes half closed, tied my sneakers and grabbed the leash. As soon as I stepped outdoors the light of the morning sun reflecting off the dusting of snow we got last night woke me up. Cooper was already to the edge of the yard wagging uncontrollably...what a goof he is. I snapped on his leash and we were off! I tried to slow him down with just a 5 min brisk walk...but he was ready to go go go!!! We headed out of town and up hill, the sun shining in my face and making me feel beautiful. Cooper pulling me wanting to go faster. I love morning runs. The sun is such a welcome friend smiling down on me wishing me the best for the day. These are the moments my soul craves...out on the trail with no one around, the winter birds all fluffed up on their perch singing their hearts out. The creek half frozen makes muffled bubbling sounds and the trees seem to be stretching, like a yoga pose.
Back in town the cars and school buses fill the air with horrid smells and loud vibrating noise. The village is awake, people peer out of their frozen windshields at me as though I have two heads and four arms....they think I am insane for running in the snow...they don't know what they are missing. They don't know what it is like to feel empowered by my own self, my own strength.
Cooper challenged me to move, to move faster and longer than I had planned...but he knew I could do it...and he was right. Know that is a good sign of a great trainer.