This morning I completed my 8-mile training run through small town America–that is my hometown in South Jersey. My mom joined me on the bike and it was great to have company along the way. After getting through our one stoplight town we trekked through a fairly boring country road. Highlights included two dogs barking (thank goodness for invisible fences), a dead deer carcass (gross! I quickly did a side-step to the other side of the street), and a dead cat or fox carcass (again I did not look for long). As we made the turn down a less-busy country road, I saw two little kids playing make-believe having a sword fight with sticks and two barn cats running across the street. Other than the occasional car driving by, this winter country run was so peaceful. Without my iPod blaring I listened to the sounds around me–the birds in the woods and the padding of my feet. Mom would ride ahead and then come back to join me to talk about things that came to mind. We took a little break by the reservoir to take some pictures and take in winter’s thaw. I jogged past my elementary school (which looks so small to me now) and then we made our way home another mile passing two more barking dogs.
In the DC-Northern Virginia area there are so many jogging trails to be discovered and it is there that I am able to find the same kind of peace that I can find just by going to the place I grew up. Once home Mom and I sat outside on the back dock to relax and stretch after our journey. Some geese were walking across the frozen lake and then into the unfrozen area to join their ducklings. The sun was shining down and all was right in that moment. The day was ours.