I miss running. I miss it like an open wound; I'm always aware of it. When a breeze blows in the window, or I step outside to watch Edie play in the backyard, the low-grade ache I always feel flares up. I am firm, though. I set my jaw and put it out of my mind. That I'm missing my favorite time of the year to run is not going to change because I moon about it. But deep, deep in my heart, I'm mooning about it all the time.
Fall has secrets, and I miss learning them every morning.
p.s. thanks everyone for your feedback on yesterday's post.