“I always loved running…it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.” ~ Jesse Owens

My runs this fall have not been fast nor have they been far, but that is the joy of running — it can be different things to different people, or it can ebb and flow to be compatible with different stages of life.  For now, it is my downtime with my best four-legged friend, satisfying both his and my need to stretch our legs, enjoy the fresh air (even as those extra layers become necessary) . . . and some evenings, it is an excuse to strap on my headlamp and clip on an LED light to the dog collar, heading out to watch the moonrise as we ramble along our running path.

In the middle of our short run a few nights ago, I had to pause just to soak in the bright glow of that wondrous orb.  The iPhone snapshot does not do it justice, but imagine that twilit sky with a dark periwinkle hue, as the moon cast its magical glow through the trees.

After every run, I am rewarded with the reminder that it is sometimes enough to be thankful for the ability to run, for the chance to breathe in that cold night air, and for the opportunity to soak up the moonlight.

Ciao! ~ Kat