We hunch our shoulders, shorten the stride, and forge homeward. Me in two layers, synthetic base layer and Merino wool outer layer, both light and fitting snug -just the way I like it- and working well together, providing wicking and warmth from the wet. Beads of rain gather on the brim of my cap and roll onto my face like tears. My chest now lightly drenched ... can something be lightly drenched or is that an oxymoron? It's my blog so I take artistic license and I say lightly drenched stays.
Thinking of music as I run. Wilco's new album, The Whole Love, has been getting lots of play time lately... so many amazing tracks, Black Moon is haunting and tugs dearly at my soul or One Sunday Morning... so beautiful, like the grey skies of today's run with blobs of colours and textures, tender and harsh like the soft sun against the steel sky. Music is like that, it takes us away and soothes the brain... sorta like a good run. A good run does that and more. Yes?
I have decided to register for Fargo Marathon. I've registered twice before and had to pull out both times due to injuries. Last year a mere 5 days before race day I twisted an ankle. Two years before I strained my calf about a week before race day. I need to slay Fargo. This is the year. I also need to slay Chicago, but that's another story.
And finally, a word about Ted's Run. Every day is a good day for a run, some are just better than others. Such was the day for Ted's Run. Big blue, blue sky, warm sun, cool tunes, smiles everywhere. Ted was in the sky and he smiled openly and his love radiated warmly. It was vibrant and it was Kodachrome.
If you're reading this, I suspect you either attended the run, volunteered at the run, or otherwise supported the run through your good cheer and your good vibes. I am indebted to your kindness. I am grateful for your suport. I am a better person for knowing you.
To all of you, it's a good day to be alive.