A Good Run

From the first step on the track, I knew it was going to be a great run. Everything was right. The heat of the day was gone. There was a stiff breeze blowing across the field. Venus was traversing to the west across a black, cloudless sky. And the toad on the far turn was hopping out of my way every time I came by.

My legs felt recharged after having had a day to rest. I had my light training shoes on, and I felt like I was barely touching the ground. The agenda for the evening was only 5 miles.

So I started down the straight away. I ran about a mile or two, and I ran a little with Trudy and Guinness and the two mile point. Somewhere after that I lost track of the world about. It must have been two or three laps I ran while my mind was busy inside itself. The lights of the soccer fields and the coming and going of cars in the middle school parking lot didn't break me out of my reverie. When I finally did come to, I was cranking around the far turn running faster than I had intended, running past the toad again. (We both seem to prefer lane 3.) At the five mile point, my head was spinning.

It's been almost ten years since I started running again. Ten years out in the heat and cold and the rain and the dark. In those ten years, I've never had a run like the one I had tonite. I hope I don't have to wait that long again.

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