I miss running

I don't miss chardonnay, or epoisses, or sashimi like I thought I would.

Instead, I miss running. I miss the early morning runs, in the half light, before the heat creeps into the world. I miss having a training schedule stuck to the fridge with magnets, and drawing an 'X" through every run once complete. I miss the way my muscles sing to me after a tough workout when they are tired, worn down, but happy.

My body is on a different journey now, with some very foreign-feeling stuff happening to it. Its a training schedule of a different fashion--and there is discomfort and hard work aplenty! The rewards will be worth the sacrifices. But on a warm summer morning, in the half light, I sniff the air like a dog and wonder.