A sleepy grey haze was still yawning and stretching across the farms this morning when I headed out for my run. It was the late side of the morning, at least as far as running goes, but I was determined to start my day in one of my favorite ways, and since sex wasn’t an option, running it was.
The first two or three miles were hellish, as they sometimes are. My lungs felt out-of-shape and yelled at me to stop, though my legs seemed pretty determined to push it out. The beautiful thing about running a loop in the countryside is that once you get out there, you have to figure out a way to get back home, one way or another. I pressed on.
By the fifth mile, I got my groove, and I felt disappointed when I realized my fun was drawing to a close. If I hadn’t had somewhere I needed to be, I would have kept going until my body said “no more.”
The scenery was spectacular. This time last year, I was climbing over trees downed by Hurricane Sandy, but this year, the skies were bright and the sun felt warm on my skin – no evidence of evil storms. The corn fields lay flat and barren with only a few stray kernels of corn strewn across the road as evidence that the crops ever existed. The asparagus ferns turned yellowish green. And the tomato and watermelon farms had been turned over for a nice winter’s nap.
I saw two dead mice along the way who weren’t flattened like the usual road-kill I see. They were quite intact, in fact, with huge swollen bellies that looked like they were dining in style just before the clock struck twelve. At least they probably died happy, I thought. I figured it was all a cruel message expertly crafted by the Universe to get my attention and remind me that my food issues are going to kill me if I don’t make some changes.
I’m trying something new which got off to a bad start after I displayed symptoms of an oral allergy to a new food. Not fun. But I’m back in the saddle, and I’m experimenting as I go.
I feel optimistic and… yeah… happy.