This is sort of a take off of yesterday’s post about going outside—in all sorts of weather. One of my favorite things to do in the winter is get out and run or ski in the dark. It’s such an intense feeling to be enveloped in darkness with only a sphere of light surrounding you from your headlamp. I can only really see a number of feet in either direction. Maybe I need a stronger headlamp? But, when I think about it, I don’t really want to see anything further than those few feet. It’s in that space that nothing else exists. No worries, no thoughts about what’s happening at work the next day, nothing. It’s just that moment, gratitude for the beautiful world that surrounds me, and appreciation for my body being able to ski or run. I cherish these moments, thinking about what I’d be missing if I were inside sitting on the couch—and thankful that I’m not.
Last night, my friend, Joslynn, and I got out for a great run in Hartley. We ran into a few other people fat biking in their own spheres of light. The trail was packed perfectly and we floated over the terrain with ease. Towards the end of the run, we stopped at the top of the rock hill to take in the haze of city lights. Our heads tilted toward the stars while a group of fighter jets soared overhead, also in their own glowing spheres. We joked that they weren’t jets at all, but UFOs instead. We laughed about getting abducted by aliens and how we would have missed that if we were on a treadmill. I’m so thankful for her friendship and that she enjoys being outside as much as I do.
It’s fun sometimes to think of the people sitting inside their homes, warm and safe, while we are outside completely enjoying ourselves—no matter the temperature. Be it 25 degrees, 5 degrees, or well below zero. We were made to move, and find rhythm and harmony with the seasons. Here’s to more time and harmony spent outside this winter and always!