I love to run, and I love to find and see old forgotten homes and abandoned places, and when the later happens in the course of the lesser it’s like magic.
I think we should celebrate the things that bring us joy. This post is just a celebration of those places, and of this amazing poem I came across while *shockingly* browsing a Facebook group for abandoned houses (I belong to several).
“Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.” ~ Khalil Gibran
A year ago today I started my morning as I’ve started a few. Alone in my car, in the cold and the dark. This morning just happened to be at Woody Gap. Facebook reminded me of that fact today as I braved yet another cold and dark morning, very much not alone this time as I herded three small humans on their various ways. With everyone in their places now though the memory of that day and that run have blossomed in my mind. Great runs are fertile soil for great memories.
“There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you will still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.” ~ Tsunetomo Yamamoto, The Hagakure
January is a month but it’s also a color. Today’s rainy seven miler with Milo pre-tornado watch was a fresh reminder. But there’s a truth in running that says if you want to run the really great miles you have to run the ugly ones too. Needs must when the devil drives.