ORN: 5 miles, R4/W1
…you are up before dawn, just throw on a tee shirt and shorts and head out the door.
…you see the first dim light before dawn, turning to grey, purple and orange gradually and beautifully.
…you see a “tablecloth” of ground fog laying across low points on the trail in the still, cool morning air.
…you run into the “tablecloth” and it disappears, then reappears as you pop out on the other side.
…the birds are so loud in their pre-dawn glee you can’t hear your watch beeping.
…you stop and speak to two friends, each recovering from surgery, out walking, gaining strength, feeling and looking great.
…you laugh out loud while running, thinking of Michelle being the first to identify the left-handed infielder as unusual.
…the left knee you tweaked last week when making a call at third base is mostly better.
…you remember a college friend who is coming up on the anniversary of a family tragedy and you remember to write him a note of encouragement.
…you remember it would have been your mother’s 90th birthday and you smile at her memory.
…you persevere through rotten weather, injury and distractions to enjoy a run like this.