Or even sparks a little moment of "wow, I love being me and where I am at now."
Before I tell you what it was, a bit of history.
Last fall, somewhere around late October or early November, I started running.
I had not done so with any regularity since HS. I did stopped after knee trouble and switched to cycling.
It started with both the BF and I wanting to get into better shape. Plus we have been toying with the idea of a co-ed adult recreational soccer league.
He played Varsity in HS and I as a child, plus intramural in HS along with pickup for a few years after.
It, however, has been a while for both of us.
Thus we started running.
Together as often as our schedules allow. Which is what I really enjoy, but also on our own to keep getting in shape.
I have been running pretty steadily since then, most of the time five days a week. Even in the snow and cold weather(though I have not been out when it has been below zero like some. /wink)
Still it has been dark or getting dark most of the time I have been out, since I go running usually right after work during the week. Plus with all the gloomy weather here in the Midwest I have been out on a lot of cloudy overcast days.
Which brings me to a very recent weekend.
I was out running and it was actually a nice day. Fairly warm with a cool breeze with very few clouds in the sky.
The noticeable difference was the late afternoon sun, bright and shiny, even if it was not truly warm out.
This made me enjoy not being bundled up in three layers trudging through the snow to get a run in. Not that I don't enjoy winter, and some of my runs have been hauntingly beautiful as I ran through a snow fall.
It was just time for a break from it.
Now I bet you are wondering what I noticed besides a nice cool but sunny day?
Well there I was near the end of my run, turning to finally face due East as I ran one of the last legs toward home.
When motion on the ground in front of me caught my eye.
Bringing my eyes downward to figure out what it was.
At first glance I did not notice anything but the top of my shadow. (I did mention the sun being out and right behind me)
Then I saw it.
There was not an object or animal causing the motion.
No it was my shadow itself...
...as my pony tail rhythmically swayed behind my head as I jogged down the street.
I am sure if anyone saw me at that moment I would have had a silly grin on my face.
It is crazy how something so simple can affect ones mood so profoundly.
Amazing that I am at this point in my life today.
Simply enjoying seeing the swish of my ponytail in my shadow on the ground while going for a run.
