Easter Morning Reflections: Between the Long Run and an Egg Hunt.
After a bit of a dry spell, I’ve been trying to return to writing—one small exercise at a time. This is what came out of today. It’s Easter Sunday today, and before getting ready for my usual ritual of starting the day with a long run, my motherly duties had an extra task. I hid chocolates around the house before my young adult girls woke up. I got ready for my run. It was raining. I pushed my start time by an hour, hoping it would stop. My app said it would. But it didn’t. The goal was simply time on my feet. No pace goals. The most important goal: don’t get injured. As I laced up my shoes in the garage, I could hear the rain. I started my watch and went. As I lost myself in my thoughts, I felt the rain on my face. My coat grew heavier, my pants soaked through. I was completely in the moment—at peace, in a good place. I like running in the rain, and I found myself wondering why I had hoped it would stop. The weather could not have been more perfect. After a long stretch of injury, I...