I dragged myself out of bed even earlier than usual this morning to put in a midweek run and to keep a promise I made to Coach. He’s pushing me – in a good way, like great coaches do – to get back to the thing that we both know lights me up inside and out.
I dressed without thinking and headed out in the dark with a glimmer of light on the horizon ahead of me. I’d forgotten about the shoulder-shaking energy that the dawn brings. It woke me up with a jolt and reminded me why I rarely used to miss a morning run. By the time I was heading home, the sky was glowing with the hope of a new day and my spirit was on fire.
And that was only the beginning.
It was Holy Arm Day at the gym. The veins in Coach’s biceps looked like well-drawn road maps. The time flew by as I unashamedly ogled them and yet another workout was under my belt for the day.
I’m very happy. Have I mentioned that lately?