Farm Lane therapy

Finally, mercifully, daylight has crept back into our early morning jog time. The headlamp you see pictured here has been officially retired from the morning run until the fall, when darkness inevitably creeps back in. This morning, with The Lawyer and The Mayor, our route took an impromptu turn onto Farm Lane – something we haven’t done since last spring or summer. The undulating terrain of our favorite cross country workout venue was an excellent metaphor for our rambling conversation, which I kind of dominated this morning, detailing the ups and downs of our lives these days. The run was great therapy for me and really for the three of us, as we unpacked various emotions that can only be shared on the solitude of an early-morning jog. The stats today were unremarkable: 7 miles, 8:42 pace, on those hills. In a previous life, this would be a slow jog. Two years ago, on crutches, I could only dream of such things. Now, I cherish every step and every word, at any pace and any distance. And it sure is nice to see my friends again in the daylight, as opposed to the blinding light of a powerful headlamp on a dark morning.