It started simply enough. I wake up at the same early time every day to take my temperature for ovulation charting, and I look at the sky. It’s a lovely view.
It was this morning, looking at the pink in the sky and hoping my iPhone camera would capture it, that I realized the view would be even more beautiful if I’d gotten out of bed to actually see it instead of lying about and playing with my phone. The next morning, I set out to do just that. I started running. Within a week, I had downloaded apps to track and motivate me. I started stopping at the same place and photographing the sunrise over the ocean every time.
This week I hit my first 40 miles. I usually only run between one and three miles per time, so it took some doing to get up to 40. I’m very proud of myself, and to celebrate, I’m sharing the photos with you. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Maybe they’ll motivate you to start watching sunrises, too. What an excellent excuse to get up early and run. <3
Sometimes it’s overcast, and the sun is bursting out of tiny pockets. Sometimes I’m with friends, and we are in awe of the beauty of Dawn. Sometimes it’s still dark when I get there, but I get to catch a beautiful moon, etching across the sky. They’re all up in there, my moments of zen. My morning incentive to move.
Someone recently asked my why I keep running and pushing myself. I’m not what you would call athletic. I have more physical health problems than most, and it confuses many as to why I would potentially hurt myself further. I’d like to share my reply with you.
I don’t run every day. Some mornings I am unable to get out of bed. I don’t mean that I’m too tired- I mean I am physically unable to move my legs or hips. These mornings are harder, and sometimes Jay helps me out and to the bathroom. But it doesn’t stop me. I just try again the next day.
Some mornings I am running away from something. The wreck of my marriage with my best friend. My fears about holding responsibility for being unable to be what he needed. The broken fragments of my abused past. The physical stains of heartbreak and beatings and rapes. I try (and sometimes succeeded) in outrunning these fears and memories.
Some mornings I am running towards something new. A new body image. A new dawn to kiss my face and light around my pink hair in a halo of rebirth. A moment of zen and meditation where my mind, body and soul are as one.
And sometimes I just run because I can. Because I want to. Or because I don’t want to, and if I do it anyway, I beat myself in a private game.
Insofar as I can see, there is no downside to even the most selfish reasons of why I put my feet to the pavement. These miles are MINE. And now I have forty of them.
I hope you find your own bliss. I can highly recommend trying mine.