‘It took me years to see that path and to find my pace.
When I finally got moving, I hoped I might be able to run forever.’
From ‘The Long Run’
by Catriona Menzies-Pike
We’ve had an unusually dry, cold winter in South Australia this year — the driest, I heard recently, since the mid-1960s — and so the days in the last few weeks have been mostly clear and crisp. Global warming and environmental concerns aside, I love this weather.
And here’s a first — I have even grown to love the short days this year!
Some mornings, I get up around 6 am, and go for a run before work, as the sun rises. Running before breakfast, I’ve discovered, is a completely different beast from running later in the day: sleepy and not yet well-fed, I run more slowly (which may not seem possible, but apparently is) but also somehow more smoothly. It is as though the calm of the night, the deep, rhythmic breathing of sleep, still hang over me. I feel light, buoyant, in my body and in my mind, as though I’m still moving through my dreams. My joints are loose and easy, and the exertion of the run seems somehow separate from me, not part of the dream I’m in.
Meanwhile, as I run along the esplanade path or by the shore, the sky grows rosy to the landward east; and the sea turns from silver, to grey, to blue, to the west; and the scent of the sand drifts up to me, filled with chill and damp; and sometimes a sliver of moon hangs above the tops of the pine trees lining the coast.
And I know that I’m awake. Alive. Grateful to be here.
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Love your description of your run. Sights, sounds, feelings. Not an early riser, nor a runner, I could almost imagine doing it myself. Almost. 😉
I never used to be an early riser, and I wasn’t a runner for many years. (Not sure I could even now call myself ‘a runner’; I tend to just say ‘I run sometimes’, which is a more accurate description!) The joy of this new pursuit has been unexpected, and I take each morning like this as a gift for which I am intensely grateful 🙂 xo
Amen to that!