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I could not help laughing out loud during this morning's run as dreadful race photos popped into my head.<br><br>
Then as I turned to run down one of my regular hills in the quiet calm of predawn, I looked over the silhouetted trees to the valley blanketed in fog and set aglow by the moon, the featureless slate gray mountains in the background. I heard nothing but the sound of my own footfalls and breathing, and I felt my cares melt away, to be replaced with a reverent gratitude for life and nature. And the gift of running.<br><br>
This is going to be a great day.
Then as I turned to run down one of my regular hills in the quiet calm of predawn, I looked over the silhouetted trees to the valley blanketed in fog and set aglow by the moon, the featureless slate gray mountains in the background. I heard nothing but the sound of my own footfalls and breathing, and I felt my cares melt away, to be replaced with a reverent gratitude for life and nature. And the gift of running.<br><br>
This is going to be a great day.