There is nothing like an early morning run to give you a total attitude shift. The birds are singing, people are walking their dogs, houses are waking up and all seems right with the world. I know, I know, there are a few of you who will argue vehemently that running, at 6am no less, is not exactly what you would call a good time. But I beg to differ and I challenge you to try it. Just once. I am not going to lie, it's been a tough week. Work has been busy, I had a free lance job that had me up until 3 am on Tuesday night, I have been on an emotional roller coaster and I have had moments where I just wanted to crawl under my covers and hide. When my alarm went off this morning, I was surprisingly not exhausted. I made a mental note that I would just take an easy run. Start out slow. I was scheduled to run 35 minutes but since my run yesterday got ixsnayed (how exactly do you spell that?) I decided to try to go a little longer so I don't pay for it on my run Saturday. SO I hopped out of bed and laced up my now getting very dusty running shoes and off I went. I typically walk out of my complex and then start running once I get to the main street. It gives me time to warm up a little and get the legs moving. I hit the dirt path and the running began. After a few minutes I noticed that I didn't feel like I was running as slow as I was on Tuesday. I checked my techno geek GPS watch and saw that yes, my pace was a little more normal. Well that is good news. And I actually felt pretty good. Which was really good news. Mentally it gave me a boost and I think I said Good morning to every single person I passed on the trail. I try to anyway but today I think I was especially animated. I think I scared a couple people. Sometimes CA just doesn't know what to do with a Southern Girl. I do an up and back run and I noticed that I was a little farther on the trail once it was time to turn around. The best part of that is that the return is mostly a slight downhill grade so yep, I go faster. Mind you I am not a blur or anything, but with the right tunes I get going at a pretty good clip. By the time I hit stop on the watch I was at 38 minutes and 4 miles with a smile plastered on my face. I think I even did a fist punch in the air. I hope my neighbors were still sleeping. :) Anyway, long story long, it felt really good and it set the tone for my whole day. I feel better, I feel more positive, I feel energized, I feel like some of the micro chats I had with God out there this morning gave me some clarity and some hope. And isn't that what all of us are looking for on a daily basis. So go on out and take a run. I dare ya.
This was the most surreal hour and a half of the whole trip. We made our way out to Howard Air Force Base (which is no longer an AFB) and found our old house. Just looking at the photos I get emotional all over again. Not that I broke down crying or anything but it was really weird standing in a place that holds so many memories. Here is me freaking out that we found it!!! Our old Street! Coffey Avenue! Exploring the old digs! This stairwell led up to the door in the kitchen. It was a little creepy so I just filmed from where I was. :-/ I don't do creepy. Here we are in front of 60A Coffey Ave! That "hill" behind my mom seemed so much bigger when we lived there. I remember my dog running down it and tripping, which led to a head over heels tumble that still makes me laugh when I think of it. And that fence used to be a favorite spot for three toed sloths to hang out. ...
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