There are mornings when I lie awake in bed for hours, waiting for the sun to nudge the horizon so I can run in the silence of the dawn.
There are evenings when I peel away my work and replace my weight with fast sneakers to run through the woods, watching deer watching me, racing home to beat the light and see planets and satellites before they're lost among the stars.
There are long runs exploring paths and new roads when I feel this is the best I've felt in weeks, sometimes strong, healthy and fast.
There are track workouts that exhaust me, but leave me stronger for the effort.
There are crunch times when five miles is all that will fit.
There are races run, long and short, getting slower, but still hopeful.
There are days I run the best run I'll have that day.
There are seasons that pass, timed by the buds, ducklings, wild grapes and crunch of fallen leaves.
There are many miles behind me, but many more to go.
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