Well, I ran a full 6 miles today, 7 total with warm-up and cool down--the first time I've done that in about 6 weeks since dealing with a running injury.
I remembered how much I love to run--the sound of my breath in my ears, the feeling of dampness on my shirt from my sweat, the crunch, crunch, crunch of my feet hitting the asphalt/gravel, the feeling that my body is doing efficiently what God designed it to do.
Mr. Bluebird who landed just above me as I went by, the squirrel who raced me on the electrical line, the beauty of colorful late summer native Wisconsin weeds, the air heavy with their sweet smell.
Walking into my house to the sound of my crazy barking dachsund, the smell of coffee and of french toast and sausage.
It's good to be running again.