The most wonderful time of the year
Every year there is the “morning”. It’s the morning I wake up and it’s light out already at 5:00ish. The temperature is perfect for shorts and a tee shirt, around 60 degrees. I’m sleepy, as usual, but I’m happy to get up and get outside to run.
Today was that morning.
If I could put this morning in a bottle and save it all year, I would. I went out for just under 6 miles. I forgot my Garmin, but I know my usual routes well enough to estimate pretty closely by now. The run flew by. I didn’t think at all really about how long I had been running, just what was around me. I forgot how tired I felt when my alarm went off and how sore my legs were from my workout yesterday. The sun was bright, but the air was cool enough that I never got too sweaty. I even ran around the block as I approached home, just to stay out a bit longer.
The last 2 springs, I didn’t really get to run all that much, first figuring out what was wrong with my hip and then recovering from the surgery to fix it. I appreciated these days, but it wasn’t the same. I knew what I was missing then, and couldn’t wait until I had the chance to enjoy it again.
Yes, I know it’s a little silly, but these days don’t come around all that often, so when they do, they need to be embraced. And by Thursday, I’m sure I’ll be whining about the humidity anyway…
think of this day when you are running in 15 degree weather in January with ice forming on the muffler you are wearing around your face! :-0