I just returned from a weekend in Athens with James and the cats. Christmas 2012 will definitely go down as the most disjointed holiday ever - with family members scattered due to geography and illness - and the holiday falling on a Tuesday has definitely messed with my head. Tomorrow is Wednesday?
But I digress.
While James and I were able to get out and run Saturday and Sunday in the chilly sunshine, we were foiled Monday by nearly 24 hours of intermittent rain. Today, after six hours on the road, my legs were begging to move again. When I pulled into town late this afternoon, I found it slumbering, all of the stores and restaurants closed for the holiday (as they should be).
Slumbering town = nearly empty roads = Happy Erin.
Despite the fast encroaching dark, I went ahead and decided to do the Church 10K route. I needn't have worried - I didn't even have to stop and wait for cars to pass.
I let my mind wander during this run - I thought about the Cook's Trail run I did with James on Sunday. How quiet it was that morning as we bounced along the boardwalk. I thought about the foresight that the trail builders had however many years ago when they drove those pylons into the swampy muck. Someone loved those woods enough to want to share them with other people.
Christmas marks the beginning of a week for me that, as the years pass, has become an ever more reflective time. The Winter Solstice is behind us and the days will begin to get longer; the biggest family holiday has just passed, leaving us glutted on food, drink, and gifts; there is but one week left in the year.
While I have yet to completely weigh in on the last 365 days, I will say this:
2012, you have been one strange bird.
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