Running In Place

Mira’s improving.  The pressure in her right eye is within normal limits.  In the left, still elevated, but less so than on Saturday.  So the meds are working.  The titers aren’t back from Cornell yet so it is still unknown whether Lyme Disease or some other tick nastiness is afoot, but at least she’s getting better.

After returning from dog doctor I hit the canal path for a nice run.  It was definitely a tights-justified day at 40F, overcast, and a crisp breeze - though the rain had paused for awhile.  The trail was deserted, possibly because the rest of the world deemed this day too unpleasant for being out-of-doors.  I, however, found it to be most perfect.

I was planning an easy 30 minutes and quickly fell into a comfy pace.  The canal was high and dark after many recent heavy rains and the majority of trees were now bare.  The air was sharp and the sky was gray and ominous.  As the oppressive physical and mental veil of the past several days began to lift from me, I thought that it might be one of the loveliest days I’d seen in awhile.  As the Shuffle Gods would have it, that is the time that U2’s Beautiful Day poured into my ears and, if I hadn’t been running, I might have sat right down on the trail and cried for gladness that there are these moments, and that when I think I’m empty, there is a day like today to fill me up again.  But I didn’t stop - there’s no time for crying when you could be running.

What you don’t have you don’t need it now. What you don’t know you can feel it somehow…….It’s a beautiful day. ~ Bono