a morning run

I woke up this morning and ran. outside. it was glorious.

56 degrees. Nikes crunching on the dirt path. sunrise glowing through the trees. the scent of new growth slowly overtaking the decay, preparing to burst into bloom. three blue jays and one jumping trout.

I've come to the conclusion that treadmills suck. my knee feels fine. my shins are great. I like fresh air and the feeling that each hard-fought step actually moves me along instead of just rattling my bones. thank goodness for warmer weather and earlier light.