Sunday, March 17, 2013
Just had to get this on record. Yesterday I went for a run, and it was one of those where I'd planned a relatively short 4+ miles but wound up going 6+ because it felt so good. A lot of this was because I was soaking in the scenery. It was one of those early spring days where there was sunshine on the wheatfields (rural E. Washington) which are a mix of brown earth, shades of green from the winter wheat coming up, and yellow from the dried grass, against a background mix of blue sky and big dark clouds. I was running along a back road without a car or another person in sight; a brisk wind, and an occasional hawk overhead and birdsong in the background. So I ran, and absorbed, and/or let go, and just enjoyed the rhythm of the run, the peace and simple beauty of the fields, sky, and road, and appreciated the solitude and the health that allows me to do this.
So yes, my being able to run is a blessing, and before I forget, I'll say thank you.