On this, the first day of 2014, I started my run a bit late. Not because I was up till the wee hours; hardly. I was asleep by 10:30. Even so, I ended up sleeping later than my usual seven hours.
Thus, the stars and moon that tend to be my airy morning umbrella were partway across the globe by the time I set out. The sun was almost at eye level; usually it’s barely on the horizon by the time I get home. I see its streaks stripe the walls of my living room while I do a few post-run yoga bridge poses or foam-roller maneuvers on my tight-tendency hamstrings.
Not today. Still, even at this later hour, hardly anyone shared the outdoors with me. The wind blew mightily but somehow in relative silence. I could hear myself breathe, feel the vibration of my feet as I crossed streets and ran down sidewalks.
A few minutes, a quarter-hour later and I would have needed sunglasses. But had I worn them, I’d have taken away from what I’m especially thankful for today:
That blue, blue, breathtakingly blue sky.
And for that, The Grateful Runner says thank you.
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