It was more of a fog than a mist, but the alliteration didn’t work.
Exercising before work has been a habit of mine for several years. When everything changed in response to the pandemic, I felt fortunate to have a safe, paved place to run in our neighborhood. With less than twenty homes around the mile and a half loop, traffic is rare. Filled with pine trees, the subdivision is pleasant escape from the flat farmland surrounding it. The road connecting our subdivision to the outside world is a two-lane, state highway with minimal shoulder. I find it difficult to relax while running, or riding my bike on this highway.
After a couple weeks of running this same loop, I started venturing out to other locales. I’ve chosen mostly familiar locations, safe for an early morning run. As the temperatures rose, I pulled my bike off the trainer and rode outside a few times. I welcomed the variety.
A particularly stressful week at work included a couple early mornings that intruded on my exercise routine. That combination is not great for me as a nice, long run or bike ride help me relax, focus and put things into perspective. Friday’s weather forecast was for a cool, foggy start to the day. In need of a nice, long run, I drove to Sikeston with a couple familiar routes in mind.
Reduced visibility made the sports complex and surrounding park seem like a good choice. It was a little later than I had hoped and the eastern sky was getting brighter as sunrise approached. I chose to run the cart path of a former golf course which has been reclaimed as a part of the park’s trail system. The morning made me grateful for easy access to a camera as running soon became secondary to capturing some of the beauty of the morning.
Realizing that pictures are rarely as stunning as the live experience, I took a few pictures and then continued running. Each time I would put away my phone and hit the trail, something interesting would capture my attention. It was like God was opening my eyes in spite of the fog obscuring my vision. There were moments of deep reflection and other moments of sheer gratitude.
I didn’t get the long run I had anticipated. But I felt like I got much more out of the time spent seeing things in a new light.