Three and one-half hours to take off, with no place to store my luggage, so I sat at the Miami airport waiting to return to California. My trip was too fast to be able to say that I was actually able to ?see? any of Florida. I hear it?s beautiful, but verifying that fact would need to wait for the next trip.
My body felt wasted. My eyes burned from the harsh air-conditioned air that is typical in every building in Florida (even on the cool day as it was). Unable to get out for a run made me feel like a dog on a chain. No use fighting it. I probably should have gone out for my run. All I could do was close my eyes, and dream?
Left, right, left, right?my feet fall, one after the other, onto the ground ahead. The pat ? pat sound of my feet confirms my pace. My shoulders and arms gently swing side to side as my hips each move in the opposite direction. It?s a glorious day outside. The sun is shining and I move easy feeling the wind blow in my face and across my body. These are the days when I love running the best. When I look around and am happy just to be me. To be able to get out and enjoy the day (even if only for a half an hour) refuels me like nothing else. I drink in the energy from the warm sun, and leave all the stress behind me. (Too bad that it?s only a dream)