This morning, I watched the sunrise over the peak of my neighbor’s house. I saw a bird sitting in my other neighbor's barren crepe myrtle, greeting the day with a song. The day was starting, while I lay on the couch missing my run. Yesterday I had the misfortune of tweaking my hip and instead of making things worse, I texted Heather to cancel on her at 6:30 this morning. (Look at me being the smart runner.)
With a quiet house and no run to prepare for, I just stared out the window. And to my surprise, I wasn’t angry. There was a time, many years ago, that if I missed a run, I became very upset. Upset that my training was off schedule. Upset that I couldn’t indulge in my post long run pizza and beer. Upset that others were running and I was not. But not today. There is a lot to be gained from sitting in the quiet. From a disruption in routine, instead of being on autopilot. I’ve had hours of time to think because my body still wakes in the 5 o’clock hour, and everyone else is still in bed. I’ve reflected on the windows that need washing (the sunrise was somewhat murky), the too many toys that exist in our house, the amazingness of having nothing to do on a Saturday, new recipes I’d like to try, our family values, my personal values, my eulogy virtues (begin with the end in mind, right?), and what I plan to cook for breakfast. A full circle of random thoughts and plans that came about from stillness. I missed my run and my time with Heather. But that day will come again. Perhaps when the kids wake this morning, we will watch a Christmas movie.
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I didn’t run on a Saturday morning, and nothing happened. It changes nothing about who I am as a person. I am. And that is enough.
a message I needed to hear ❤️