I had no real agenda, route, or target distance. I just wanted to run. The birds were just beginning to sing and the blades of grass were crispy white. My hands were cold at first but everything else felt fine as no wind was blowing. Within a few miles, I had warmed up and was so glad I wore what I wore. I doubt the passers-by thought the same thing. I can only imagine the "Look at that crazy guy!!!" comments as they passed.
I will admit, I did have somewhat of an agenda for the run and it had nothing to do with calories. For me, my faith, my walk...running is what provides the time for me to do "business" with the One and Only...my heavenly Father. The distractions of life are removed and often, miles simply slip away as we "talk." I had plenty to talk about yesterday. As the run progressed, I decided I'd make it a run through my past. All within my small rural town, I lived in four homes as a child and was married here. By each home I ran by: the little house first where we ripped the walls down and remodeled. The house where I remember getting a TV for Christmas which was hidden in a closet. I remember those old slats in the wall with plaster dust everywhere. I don't remember anything else from that house. The old farmhouse was next where I recall very little...only where my bedroom was. I do remember getting off the schoolbus once, holding a bag of supposed chocolate chip cookies that a childhood friend gave me as a present. Turns out, they weren't chocolate chips...they were chocolate-flavored ExLax. I ate the whole bag. 'nuf said about that! Once past this house, the mighty hills followed, the temperature was rising and sun blaring. God and I kept talking...doing business. As the next home appeared, I remembered more from this one. This was the last home I lived in prior to heading to the Navy and getting married. Not a lot of good memories here, though. Memories, nonetheless. I do remember, though, forgetting to set the emergency brake on my dad's truck and it rolled backwards, across the yard towards the street and only stopped because it slammed into a tree. I still remember trying to replace that entire steel bumper all by myself...my punishment. Moving past this house, I came upon a nature preserve, called the Triangle Lake Bog. It's a tiny preserve in my tiny town that most just drive by. The gate was still down but I ran on by and down the long paved driveway. Here was my view...beautiful, isn't it?! As the sun rays blared across the roadway, I can just feel the heat and light.
The bog was crispy white as the sun had not quite yet melted it away. The new cover photo at the top of the blog is from the short walkway at the bog. After a few minutes walking through the bog, I continued on, but only after snapping a few more photos to remember the brief visit.
|See the ducks?|
Happy Easter, everyone. He is risen! Risen indeed.