In the morning when the moon is still moving its way to the other side of the World, I am preparing for my morning run or to run stairs. This time of the day is one of my most favorite. Everything is quiet, people that are awake are still quiet. The streets are bare most of the time. The sprinklers are just coming on to water the grass or in most times it seems the streets. Maybe they are cleaning the streets from the day before's mess. Whatever it is, it is serene.
I am not a gym person. I have to be outside, especiallly when it is the hottest part of the year. The feeling of sweating before you begin makes a smile come across my lips. I am all alone. Wait, not all alone. Sometimes there are men wading in the water as I run the waterline. I love seeing the waders. We all just smile or nod. I feel it is a mutual awareness of the calmness of the day and the beauty that has awoken us.
When I was younger I begain to run. I ran five miles daily and often times I would add a few more in the evenings. For whatever reason running clears my mind. I truly do not remember anything worth commenting on that I think of the entire time. I am aware of my surroundings and aware that my earbuds are WAY TOO LOUD for that time of the morning, but that is the noise that keeps me going and going and going.
I have hurt myself along the way, my achilles' tendon has been torn twice. The worst part of that was that I couldn't run for a period of time. Hell I could barely walk. And the urge to run was the strongest-of course because I could not.
It doesn't matter if you crawl, walk, jog, run........just try. I can promise that the time you are outside you will renew the person you were before life took over!
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