Running Thankful

I woke up this morning feeling...something I can't put my finger on.
Motivated?
Restless?
Energized?
Antsy?

So I put on my sneakers, grabbed my iPod and headed out the door.  It was cool and wet and foggy and refreshing - just standing in the driveway. I started down the street very aware of my body. Checking my pace, my heart rate. Taking inventory of all the muscles that were sore from yesterday's workout. Focusing on my breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

Changing my rhythm from bull to swan; my focus shifted. No more thoughts about what my body was feeling. Just my feet moving under me, cool wind in my face and some sweet sounds in my ears. I took in the soft golden light that would soon wake up my babies. Oh my sleeping babies.

Out of nowhere my senses were assaulted with the smell of cigarettes. I looked around to find it's source, only to have moved past it. Then came dryer sheets. Bounce brand to be precise. I was running past houses and could smell who lived there. This one likes Sweet Pea flavored Yankee Candles. That one up ahead is making bacon for breakfast- and on a Wednesday.

I was running. Thankful for the lungs that could carry me. Thankful that my house smells like yogurt and dirt, not ashtrays. Thankful for the moment to see the benefit of quiting the harmful, and staying the course with the healthy. Thankful for the opportunity of it all.