Better than drugs

I woke up in a grumbly mood. As usual, upon waking, I prepared for a run. I knew in my head where I wanted to run - up...up on trails...up on long trails. But it took a lot of effort for my head to first convince my body to go out the door and, secondly, to convince my feet to keep heading west. Two miles into the run, the rhythm of the run began to encompass me. Three miles into the run, the cacophony of the city began to fade. Four miles into the run, it was just me and the trail... burnt-red leaves of scrub oak, the occasional twitter of a bird, sporadic breezes cooling my face, and a bright blue sky overhead.

This running, this running to quiet spots...quiet spots out of doors with sky as roof and trees, pine needles, streams and boulders as pathways...this is how I stay right with the world.

Keeping Busy

Almost-full October moon over the Continental Divide at dawn

A couple of weeks ago I was feeling a tad bored...so I started a landscaping project. That wrapped up just before a dose of wintry weather blew in. And now, as of today, I find myself working three jobs!

The day started with the volunteer job I've had for a little over a year - a three-mornings per week gig that I thoroughly enjoy reading newspapers over the airwaves for the visually impaired. Bonus - this volunteer job I can actually run to & fro and revel in the early dawn hours of quiet Boulder town.

After reading, I trotted home and took on my second job of the day, copy editing some articles. The copy editing actually pays Real Money - just enough to cover the cost of my fiddle lessons. Wahoo!

Now I'm off to my third job of the day - volunteering as a data entry person at the Boulder Obama headquarters.

Not bored no more no more nope nope!

The perfect loop

I wake up to discover it's loads warmer today than yesterday...comfortable shorts and long-sleeve t' weather.... So! head out the back door under a star-studded sky, run by the post office to drop a letter in the box, head east into the next neighborhood, point myself toward the sunrise and realize it's getting light enough to run trails so I do just that, and after an hour of smooth easy running, arrive at my volunteer job relaxed and refreshed.

Finish my Wednesday morning assignments, drink a cup of most-excellent coffee (Unseen Bean - superb stuff!), walk out the door to downright balmy temperatures, and continue on in the counterclockwise direction of my earlier run. Jump off the road and onto a sort-of-a-trail for a change of pace, spot a snake slithering away just in front of me, duck under golden quaking aspen leaves, cross some railroad tracks, discover the place where they make jibbitz (those decorative thingies for crocs), duck into another neighborhood zigging and zagging and daydreaming until I discover I've come back out onto the road I'd ducked off of so zigged and zagged some more back into the neighborhood then onto a bike path, heard a woman tell her dogs to "pay attention" and thought wouldn't that be something to teach a dog how to do - I never quite succeeded on that one with my boys!, gawked at a yellow-flowered bush covered with dozens of butterflies and bees, meandered over to another trail followed by yet another bike path, then on into my neighborhood and home, scoop up my newspaper and trot through the front door.

Ten miles of town running, almost all quiet roads, trails and bikepaths, from twinkling stars to sparkling sunshine, and didn't retrace a single step. I love those loop runs!