Morning Glory

If there is something that surprises me most about the most recent version of me is that I've become a morning person.  I'm up by 8 am on the weekend and usually at 6 am during the week.  And when I'm up at that hour I am quite delighted to roll out of bed, put on my sneakers and head outside for my morning exercise.  Whether it be boot camp, a run or just a stroll, it's one of my favorite parts of my life. Growing up I remember thinking not only would I never be one of those people, I hated those people.  So perky and peppy I could just punch them in their smiley faces. 

This Sunday's run I put on the new sneaks and hit the route.  I sometimes accidentally bring my debit card and accidentally stop to get a hot beverage and a slice of squash harvest bread (from Macrina which is certainly more caloric than what I just burn but it's so good I really don't care) that I enjoy on my "cool down".  It's my favorite accident of the day.

What I love about this part of my day is that while seemingly routine I see something different or differently every time.  A new detail of a house, a different cloud cover over the city, different foliage as the seasons change, different people and pets. I notice my body moves differently, the hard parts become easier, and the rhythm of the movement is hypnotizing  It's that difference that keeps me engaged, the difference that shows life keeps going and thus I should too. Life changes, people change, and how one can see both of those things changes.  My morning routine reminds me of such and gives fuel to the promise of hope, forgiveness, new beginnings and potential in the future.