First, a very important update!
One of my favorite little creatures Julian was adopted Friday afternoon!
I found out as I was taking him off for a bit of pal'ing around that he was going home. We still got to play for a little bit, then I took him back to his kennel, where I happened to meet his new mom. She was a very nice young lady, and I wish I could have chatted with her more, but I got too choked up crying and couldn't manage actual words much less a conversation. I congratulated her and excused myself.
That little boy is going to have a wonderful life!
Saturday turned out to be a good day as well. I'm a creature of habit - it doesn't matter if there's a different way to drive somewhere, I'm driving the way I know best. It doesn't matter if there's a different way to do something, I'm sticking to my habit.
I planned on finally going down to the path along the Columbia for a longer run Saturday morning - I needed 6 miles and knew that path would be just right. I drove over, and found that the boat ramp where we park was completely closed and blocked off.
I drove along Marine Drive, looking for another place to park and get to the path, but it just was not meant to be. Instead, I ended up driving over to a shopping center not too far away (Cascade Station) and parked there at the Target parking lot.
I got to thinking though.. I'm familiar with the route around the shopping center, great sidewalks and wide open spaces for running, but not quite 3 miles. I hate running loops for some reason, so I wasn't all that interested in running that route twice over. But there's a bike path a little further on that I've never been on.. I wonder.. hmmmm......
For me to tell you that I ran along a bike path that I've never been on before is.. stupendous. Unheard of. Exciting!
In the process, I found the perfect spot to park (Home Depot) that will allow us better access to that trail along the Columbia. I ran my way over there, and could feel the elation growing the closer I got to the trail and the river. By the time I reached the trail, I had just over a mile to run out before turning back, but it was totally worth it.
My pictures never do the scenery justice. There were ducks floating along there to the right. I disturbed Mr. and Mrs. Canadian Goose as I huffed and puffed my way by. It was serene and beautiful and overcast and lovely and soothing to my soul - just what I needed halfway through a run that I wasn't certain I'd be able to do.
I completed the run and I was re-energized once again. It was a means of reconnecting with that reason I say I love to run, even though I haven't been doing it often enough lately.
It can't be put into words, it can only be experienced inbetween the breaths and heartbeats that sync up with the rhythm of your footfalls.