Blinded

I'm pretty sure I just blinded the neighborhood.

After many months in hibernation, I took my winter white legs out for a run.

And when I say white, I mean ... WHITE.

I used to run a lot back in the day ... well over ten years ago. Needless to say, there's a big difference between I AM a runner and I WAS a runner. I'm always somewhat self-conscious when I pick up running after a long break. I vividly recall cross country videos in high school that we watched after every meet. When I get tired, I run akin to a dying chicken. It's not pretty.

But, this afternoon when I crested the hill on the far side of the pond in my community complex, I had a muddy trail in an open field with plenty of birds all to myself. No ice, no rain, no sleet. Just a slight breeze and a warm 66 degrees.

And after a long winter, the sun on my back sure felt good.