Resting and Running

There are gentle mornings, like this one, slightly sore and stiff from yesterday’s run. Sipping coffee with the low hum of the computer while sun beams upon my cheek through the window. Slowly awakening body and mind make peace with the day. Quietly content to be a runner not running for a few hours, sitting and wondering about all the running my friends and I have done over the years, thinking about where it’s gotten us and where we are yet to go. All that sweat, determination, and ever-changing scenery. For the moment I am settled—glad for the appearance of stability, for the pause. Happy to be a runner at rest.