I just got back from running with the moon. It beat me of course, but made an excellent running companion.
I know it isn't always the wisest thing to run so early, in the dark, by myself. But, I love it. I love breathing in the cool air, skipping if I want to, and watching my neighborhood wake up. It is funny to learn the early morning habits of your neighbors (super loud disco music alarms, who sneaks out for a smoke before the family wakes up, etc). I send out thoughts for a good day to each house as I pass by- it makes me feel a little like the heavy footed Tinkerbell of my block.
I had a thought this morning as I rounded the corner back to my house. How blessed am I to live in a place where I can run in the dark?
Very blessed and grateful.
Although the moon always wins our little race, it is a gracious winner. ( Sometimes, I let the stars win too just so they don't feel left out.)
Running in the dark- luckie me!
