Sneakers and Wine

  As I was running the other morning, I was feeling the rush of the week, struggling to get everything finished that needed my attention.     I really did not have time for this run, but I needed it.     Sometimes these miles are the only thing that keeps me moving through the days that get hard, but nonetheless, I was feeling guilty for taking up time in a day for myself that I really didn’t have.     I laughed in my head at what I had just thought.   “This is my day, no one else’s.     Why am I feeling guilty for taking up time and space in my own day?”     I cut my run a little shorter than planned and ran home anyway to see my son off to school.   Later that day I went to yoga.  I had recently realized, if I want to keep running,  that my joints and muscles need yoga like my heart and soul need running,  only to soon discover that my heart and soul also need yoga.  I often think how ironic...

  I found time for the trails this week as we got a taste of Spring, warmer temperatures and some much needed sunshine.     Something about an early morning trail run just refreshes my soul especially in this pseudo spring weather. I was feeling sluggish as I started but pushed myself to get it done.     I love how the trails demand my full presence and take me out of the worries, the pressures, the schedules, the stresses of daily life.     It’s just me and the sound of birds chirping softly and leaves rustling, and my breath.     I love how the trails, no matter how many times I run over them are somehow new and different. It feels so magical and it never takes long for me to just feel free from all that weighs me down.       My time was limited today and I had been feeling the pressure of knowing it would be a rush to return to my responsibilities but I needed this break, this freedom, this fresh air and decided the addition...

  It’s been so cloudy and grey these past couple weeks.     The grey winter days without sunshine have been getting to me.     Some of the only sun I have seen the past few days is the slices of pink sun that peak through clouds at sunrise.       Usually, I look forward to running down this one hill because at the crest is a spot where the sunrise is just breathtaking but the past couple weeks only small slices of sun rewarding my efforts of the uphill climb, the sun, mostly hidden in the shadows of the clouds.       Running in the early morning it is usually still quite dark.  Streetlights mostly light the way but occasionally there are some dim lights that create interesting effects on inanimate objects especially off in the distance.    I see things differently in the shadows of the dark early cloudy mornings and sometimes they cause me to worry about what I might be approaching.  The other...