It has been a whirlwind of a couple of weeks. Parent teacher conferences, TCAP state testing, time change, interview committee for new hires, sinus infection with a major dose of drugs…and oh yeah, we run our 1/2 marathon this weekend in Moab.
Deep. Breath. As one of my colleagues so brilliantly said, I’ve already ran the marathon.
So as I was driving home today, my motivation to get that one last light run in, waxing and waning as the sun dipped behind the horizon, I thought this:
Just get out the door.
I didn’t need a grand run. A fast run. A long run. An only run. Even if I just got out for a walk, it would be something to put my mind and my legs in a better state.
Just get out the door.
And I did. And I was rewarded.
Two cuddling deer.
A herd of elk.
A warm cup of soup from the local soup shop for dinner.
And this gorgeous neighborhood scenery, which still catches in my breath; how blessed I am to be living my dream.
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