I went out for a run last Saturday morning. It’s officially spring, but the air was hovering below zero. The sun, mercifully, was dazzling. The cold air caught my breath as I stepped onto my front porch and put on my shades.
I was going to run to GoodLife, do some weights, then run home. But I changed my mind. I needed to just run. Stay outdoors. Don’t worry about destination, time, pace, heart rate. Run until it feels right.
So I started down my street. I found a good pace, as the creaks and twangs in my ankles and knees settled in and dissipated. I had no route in mind. I have been known to pre-plan even the simplest run. Like 12 minutes warm up, then 6 sets of stairs (resting for 2 minutes in between), then 12 minutes easy run home. This time, no. Just move the legs, girl. Open up your body and mind to the experience.
So I ran across the soccer fields, and up past the construction site. Then on from there. Mostly I ran towards the sunny patches.
At times I felt the cold of the air stinging my freshly-washed teeth. It felt better than mouthwash. As I ran across the school field, I fell into the direct path of a sunbeam. The sun glistened off the frost on the grass, like a carpet of glitter. Like what I glimpse on daughters’ cheeks and hands after they’ve been playing dress-up or doing crafts. Sparkles of indigo, gold, white.
From the school field, it was down the path, through the trees and into the shade. I cooled off quickly and picked up the pace. Get back to the light. So I rounded the corner and went up the wooden stairs behind the library. I kept going upwards. In absence of any other plan, this seemed like a good rule of thumb. Go upward, upward toward the light.
Makes sense for running. Makes sense for life.
At the top of the stairs, on the hillside ridge, it was breath-taking. The mountains were etched white on the blue morning sky. It was the perfect destination… for now.
Without knowing, I had brought myself to the right place.
I stood scanning the western horizon, catching my breath. Drinking it in.
I stayed until it felt right.
Then I turned for home.
This post was written as part of the GoodLife Fitness Blogger Ambassador Program, however all opinions expressed are my own,