Sneakers and Wine

  My running has been inconsistent at best.  I want to run but sleep or stress or work or weather seems to keep getting in my way.  The other morning my inner voice was finally stronger than my excuses so I tied up my laces and set my watch to outdoor run.  I started not sure how far I would go.  I could easily cut it short and was seriously considering doing so.  But I ran past the first shortcut I could have taken without a lot of thought and my brain immediately kept thinking of all my upcoming short cuts.  As the cold air demanded my attention and breath, I lost track of which way I planned on going and just moved along.  As I questioned points of cutting things short or pushing a little farther today, I kept hearing this small voice that slowly became louder, “make it count.”    In the past week, I learned of not only Dawson from Dawson’s Creek dying but also McSteamy from Grey’s Anatomy.  These two TV characters (so close to m...

Happy New Year!   I have been wanting to get back to this for a while and I always feel like the first post after a hiatus is the most rough or “bumpy.”   One of the things I love the most about dark early morning runs is the silence – the way I can become so present within myself.  In the winter the silence seems more profound.  The hum of the world seems at rest as I make my way through the streets.  The best part of this is I can hear and connect with the silent whispers from my soul that are drowned out by the noise of life.    I ran the other morning as the storm started.  I literally felt like the world was mine.  It was severely cold so I started out imagining I would cut my run short.  As I got going and the snowflakes kissed my face , the silence somehow felt like a comfortable connection to something so much more. I did not want to let this sense of peace go too soon so I found myself just turning down one more road, then one m...