Five Miles in My Head

Another five miles in my head. Another five miles cutting through my neighborhood and climbing Thurman to Forest Park.

Then I remember to slow down. My legs continue to propel me at what feels like breakneck speed (today was a good day) but my mind slows down. Instead of racing ahead to the rest of my day I remember to enjoy this moment. I remind myself that this is the only moment that will look and feel like this. This run, as many times as I run it, will never be the same.

The sunlight won't sneak past the trees at quite the same angle. The bushes won't be cut in just the same way. As I run through the park I see two little girls fighting over a toy. They may fight over many things as they grow up but it will never be as it was today.

Another five miles in my head. Another five miles to absorb the world instead of rocketing past. Without another five miles would I have another story?