Another day in Durango; another early morning blissful run. Yesterday I went south along the river; today I decided to go north. Yesterday I ran 4 miles; today I decided to run 6. It is gorgeous running along the river. There are gentle ups and downs but for the most part it is flat. The chill in the air is perfectly fresh and invigorating. Dozens of other active men and women are running and biking making the vibe that much more attractive.
On my way back from the run, I saw two deer in the tall grass not far from me. I stopped to take a picture but they were long gone. I crossed the narrow-gauge railway tracks a few times as I heard the shrill sound of a steam engine whistle. I saw herons flying overhead and magpies playing tag on shallow trees. I saw ravens cawing in the early morning sunlight. I smelled the fresh smell of pine with a slight mist in the air from the river. The sound of the rapids sounded like a brook in a Tennyson poem.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I was loving life. Nature with birds, fresh water flowing rapidly, running along the Animas river in Durango, Colorado. It was a blissful morning that I will remember and cherish for a long time.
I flew back this evening to HOT HOT HOT Arizona. I was happy to be home with Missy and Binita. My next run will probably be on a treadmill. Sad but true…