Silence, Snowflakes, Sneakers, and A Few Miles
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...