Early Saturday morning at the San Tan Mountains getting ready for a trail run. I woke up to rain pounding on the roof of my house. It was a morning I relished, the kind that is good for staying in bed. The kind of morning that you find yourself in and out of slumber waking up when you are ready and making pancakes when you finally do.
Except, it was just me and there were no children to make pancakes for. (SAD DAY)
Do you know those mornings? I feel like those mornings always fall during the work week but not this Saturday morning. This Saturday morning I was home.
Except, I had committed late the night before to a run in the mountains. Something else I relished just not in the rain. Rain is for snuggling in bed.
I text my friend..are you SURE we are still running?? The reply, yeah dude unless its pouring we are going. OK, I said and hopped out of bed for a quick wake up shower and strapped on my running shoes.
My friend Laura got to my house and it was raining…we got in the car…and drove out to the San Tan’s…it was pouring and I was like we could TOTALLY just go get breakfast somewhere. She reassured me if it was horrible when we got there we could leave.
Except, look at that sky. It was lovely. Plus, I felt this awe in my heart for this weather and the morning and the fact that I knew my body could move and handle this run. That is a pretty good feeling. It is one of my goals…love myself with outward expressions for an inward commitment. Trail running to me is an outward expression that I love my body and the amazing things it can do.
We met this amazing team of athletes that I am just in awe of..Laura included. These people are exercise beasts who eat suffering for breakfast. I’m like Ralph in the Simpson’s with this group allowed to participate but….gluing my ear to my shoulder. It’s ok though…I can hang.
