The full moon is peaking from behind the trees, lighting up the dimly lit street, while I sit outside enjoying this oddly warm fall day out on my porch, trying to write.
This morning I woke to the strangest dreams, I don’t recall all the details, but it included my ex, who I have not thought about in a while. The bits I do remember were disturbing, making it impossible to go back to sleep. Taking all that into account, I decided on an early morning run to get my day off to a better start.
I step outside to my porch and it seems mother nature has heard my pleas for a few more warm days, making it perfect running weather.
Running shoes on, I head outside with no destination, duration or distance in my mind. The disturbing dream or nightmare, has already disappeared from my mind and I just bask in the warm weather that I have this morning to run.
Random thoughts ideas, dreams, float through my mind as I keep running, mile after mile. Most people would consider running to be grueling and it is no surprise that I have an absolute love hate relationship with running. Yes, there are days my knees, ankles, calves hate me for putting my body through such rigorous training, at the same time I love being outside and feeling the wind blow in my face, pushing myself and seeing how far or fast I can go. I have no doubt once the extremely cold weather gets here, my body will have its time to heal and recuperate again. Right now I have no option, I have three, half marathons looming in the next few weeks and I need to make sure I am ready for all that running.
When I started to run, there was never an idea of a marathon or half marathon, I started to run because my ex husband was a health and fitness fanatic and constantly encouraged me to do the same. I had some interest, but my heart was not into it, however, I eventually found myself starting to run and the distance kept increasing and to my surprise I was beginning to enjoy it, giving birth to the idea of doing a marathon or half so far and thus it began.
Now that my writing is done, I head back inside to indulge in my next favorite pastime, you probably guessed it, if not, its baking.
My day might have started with disturbing dreams, but having got a run in, a chance to sit outside and enjoy writing and now my next favorite thing of being in the kitchen, I am just thankful for days like this. It is after all the little things in life that sometimes makes our lives so much better.