running, running

The pitter-patter of my trail runners on the dirt road. The easy morning air. The engagement of muscles with every stride and step, stride and step. The bright, gentle sun over teh fields and the people coming and going with water, tortilla dough, and other errands. Jewelle supporting me with her simple presence, whether she knows it or not. This morning's thirty minute run was infinitely more enjoyable than that of a few days ago. Not because it was any shorter, or the terrain was easier, or I was in better shape for it. Rather, because of a different mindset. This time, I didn't give in to the anxiousness when nearing the close, or the out of practice tire. This time, I finally accomplished what I've been hoping to: I'm beginning to run int he moment--that is, to love every moment of the run and every aspect of every moment. Here's to future runs!