Thursday, December 14, 2006
The Return of an Old Friend
She's been gone nearly a year (nine months plus a few of "recovery"). She is My Run. This morning was my first time back on the streets. It was quick, I walked half way, and my head cold didn't make it any easier and there was a lot more jiggling than I remember, but it was so liberating. The battle between bones and pavement, the warmth seeping slowly through all your muscles. The ache in your throat from air streaming in, filling the bottoms of your lungs clearing out old air, tunes from my ipod shuffle (early Christmas gift from Craig) sharing a beat with my heart all in my ears---there is nothing like it. As I felt the sun come up over Squaw Peak and watched the swallows swoop in and out of the Saguaros, I remembered why I love My Run.