Ran without my music again this morning. Was treated to a symphony of bugs, wind blowing in the pines and several deer rustling in the woods. It was 4:30 a.m. and pitch black. I was just running, listening to my footfalls and breathing. Various muscles were sore. I felt my age. No, I felt older.
This has been a busy summer. I’m finishing up my third book in three months. I’ve lost a beloved dog and had a new one burrow into my heart. I haven’t slept much. I’ve burned the candle at both ends and in the middle.
But I have continued to exercise. I thought about that as I ran this morning — how important my fitness plan has been to my survival and success this summer.
My book will be out in a few weeks. And I’ll be running again — this time around the state promoting it. I thought about that, too, as I ran in the dark. My heart beat quickly as I finished up my run this morning.
I have never felt more alive.