But trust me; today’s wind is causing these leaves in the trees above my house to cling to their branches for dear life.
I can empathize. On this morning’s run, I felt that if both my feet were off the ground for more than a typical split-second, one of two things would happen:
1. I’d fall flat on my face
2. The wind would lift me into soaring position and I’d eventually crash-land somewhere near Waxahachie. For someone who has never really had the urge to fly or to be a trapeze artist (well, not for many years, anyway) this option didn’t hold the allure it might hold for braver and more aeronautically-minded souls.
So on this morning with wind chills in the teens, I ran my little heart out, awed anew by Mother Nature’s invisible power and bluster; thankful, as always, for owning attire to make my morning jaunt as bearable and as pleasant as possible. I even went a teeny bit farther than I had planned — staying vertical the entire time.
And for that, The Grateful Runner says thank you.
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