I got up early to go jogging today. It was still dark, but if I waited till dawn, there wouldn’t be enough time before I had to tend to Monday morning’s duties. It was the first time I felt good since a run-in with oats a week ago, so I didn’t want to miss out.
Stars twinkled as I did my warm up. Stars! You don’t usually even see stars in the sky around here at night. You have to go out to the mountains or desert for that. I’m a little rusty on my astronomy, but I think I saw the Little Dipper.
Especially now, running makes me feel like I’m really alive. Struggling with fatigue day after day, sometimes one starts to wonder. One thing I know for certain, I will never take my health for granted again.
When I finished my run, the sunrise was just getting underway. It wasn’t a vivid, dramatic, picture-postcard sunrise, but to me it was as if it were the first sunrise I’d ever seen.
It’s on days like this that I know that I’m going to be OK. Not every day is going to be easy. I won’t always be able to accomplish everything on my to-do list. There will be bouts with cross-contamination from time to time (hopefully fewer, rather than more times), but the sun will rise again…