The mist curled around the trees as I came around the corner. The droplets falling from leaves mirrored the ones on my face as I struggled to understand why life is sometimes so painful. It's that pain today which became a vise around my chest and my struggles to breathe weren't from exersion or lungs laced with asthma, but from a complete lack of concentration on running. Glancing up I stopped, for the trees were clothed in robes of no simple colours. Here was russet, ochre, olive, and ginger. It was a riot for the eyes and the smell of the fallen leaves did more for my soul than this run was going to do for my body. Frost glinted from the grass as I slowly walked by, hoping that there would be no one to wonder why there was a runner walking through the park, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.
When I finally began to run again, I was reminded of why I do. No, as much as I love the days of training with others, the being pushed to new limits, the races, and the excitement, it's this--this lonely, lovely, solitude in the early morning. Sussing out life and dealing with the inside. And then moving on to the next part of the day.
So, mates, lace up your trainers and get out there. But don't forget to stop and look around, and remember why you are there.