I was running

I stepped onto my porch and breathed the morning air deeply into my lungs. The world was waking up and I was outside. I looked down at my leg and asked it if it was ready to run.

“Ready sir!” was the enthusiastic response.

So I set off on a walk.

Two minutes of walking brought me to the end of the street and I broke into a run. It was more of a jog. A shuffle? No. A jog. A run.

I was running.

I WAS RUNNING!!!

I covered two miles at the breathtaking rate of 13:12 per mile.

The highlights:

- I was running.
- The early morning smell of wet grass after a day of rain.
- The red winged blackbird calling out my splits as I turned the corner toward home.
- Canon in D minor playing on my ipod as my footfalls kept time on the gravel shoulder of the road.

Because of the swimming, and my methodical pace, I felt no cardiovascular distress whatsoever. I was never out of breath. It only felt good to be on the road again.

I raised my arms in victory as I crossed the finish line that is my driveway. I knew I had just just completed a two month journey that has awarded no medal and provided no t-shirt but has gifted me with insight and wisdom. And, as I crossed this finish line, I realized I was just entering the starting gate of my next great adventure.

I was running. I was running. I was running.