Fri's Plan: off
Today's Plan: run
It is the most dreaded thing to happen to a blogger: writer's block. Thursday night I pulled up the screen and realized I had nothing to say besides, yup I ran. And did some groundwork with the horse.
Pulled it up last night and realized the same thing. Argh! Hair pulling ensued.
So today as I ran, I thought about why I like to run. Here is what I came up with (in no particular order):
- Feeling the tension and soreness evaporate from my body as I find my stride
- The autumn golds and browns of the tapestry of leaves at my feet
- The fields rolling out from the road, with vivid patches of red leaved blueberry plants and fuzzy beige seed heads of grass nodding in the breeze
- The sound of my feet hitting evenly on the dirt, my arms swinging regularly, my easy breath. It makes me feel powerful, the sense of the muscles I have strived for working in concert
- The trees. Pete Nelson has nothing on me. I love the shape of trees, standing straight or bent by the wind, the texture of the bark, the broad branches and the gnarly branches, the lacy pattern of hemlocks. No matter the season, the trees are a joy to look at
- The deep jewel tones of green moss-covered stumps, the blinding brilliance of birch trees swaying in the sunlight
- Going just a little bit further than I thought I would
- Turning into my driveway knowing it was a satisfying, strong run
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