Fog.
Morning mist.
Call it what you want but this morning I had the opportunity and pleasure to get up very early and run through a fog bank that had rolled in and weighed heavily along the ground. It also brought in with it cooler temperatures. So I laced up the shoes and headed out into a thousand droplets of water.
At 6:30 in the morning, the sun is just starting to come up and it is amazing how the smallest amount of light can reflect off the fog and reflect a full spectrum of colors. As the sun made its way over the horizon, the gray was replaced by blue, purple, some green and finally some hues of red and orange.
But the fog remained and and the air was very still and heavy. Usually I run and listen to my tunes and today was no different…but my headphones stopped working. So I did what anyone else would do and I took them off and threw them down the storm drain! And I am so glad I did. Today was the first time in a long time that I heard what I’ve been missing….I heard my own breathing…and how I eased into a pace and relaxed breath rate. I heard a symphony of frogs joining in with birds who really did get up early to catch a worm….and I also heard silence….which was both creepy and comforting.
Today I was reminded of why I enjoy running….it is about connecting with your environment… about being out there when no one else is….it is about following your passion.
Now if relationships were as easy to run through!
My life on the run 