December 9, 2016

Rainy days are my favorite for running trails. The soaked redwood trunks become a rich black-brown and stand out in the opaline fog. The rain brings an elegance and the forest appears like a graceful crowd outside a great opera house on opening night. Only more so and with less societal complexities. The trees are just elegant in the rain without having to dress up for it.
Today and yesterday I ran my current preferred 6 mile route with French Trail in Redwood Regional park the most beautiful stretch. I splash with my dogs through the mud puddles that span across Baccharis Trail. For me, a mud puddle is always a joyful thing.
I think back to a few months ago when I was rehabbing my plantar fasciitis and running less than half the mileage I’m now running. How impossible it seemed that I’d be easily logging 45 miles in a week and a 6 mile run would be my new “short” run. The thing I love the most is how well the oxygen moves in my lungs no matter what the run length. These are good days. I am grateful for every breath.
I send my heartfelt thanks to all those who’ve donated to, liked and shared this fundraising effort. I also send my humble appreciation to my Dimond neighborhood “The Mailbox” shop where the deeply kind Jean chose to give me my passport photos on the house. There are lovely people everywhere in the world!