If Heaven exists above the clouds, I’m sure it has endless miles of running trails and piles of cushy Newtons in a women’s size 8. Tonight’s run was divine in every way, and I’m immensely grateful for it. Cooler temperatures and fresh legs brought me to my happy place right away and I stayed there for a lovely 5k in the ‘hood. The strong scent of honeysuckle reminded me of Grandma’s porch, and my heart was smiling.
My legs didn’t forget.
I’m muddling through my mess, one day at a time, and as long as I have these heart-opening moments, everything will be okay. I’m very sure about that.
Chest Day was a welcome relief after several days off from the gym. Coach piled on the 45’s without hesitation and I knew better than to protest. I felt tired, and I know my form isn’t perfect yet, but I did it. He was pushing the weights around like they were nothing, and he met my challenges without even blinking, although I think I saw a twinkle in his eye. It tickles me to death when he humors me like that.
So, after my third shower of the day, I am clean and content and ready to tuck myself into my heavenly bed and dream of my favorite things.
Thank you, dear Universe, for this very lovely day. I needed it.