I traditionally run on
Christmas Eve and I have always found it to be a rather peaceful
experience. It kinda puts the “Silent
Night” into the first part of a very loud and jubilant day of celebration. I also traditionally sport my bright pink
Rudolph/Abominable Snow Monster/Yukon Cornelius lounge pants for the
occasion. Ya know, just to make the
event more special.
I love to run on
Christmas Eve day because I live by the motto: “I eat, therefore I run.” And because, God forbid I deny myself
anything during the eating fest which is our holidays, I can do that with a
tiny bit less guilt if I put in a few miles of sweat first.
Today I wanted to go a
newer 4.3 mile route I have been taking now that they completed construction on
the main road just north of my street, with a connecting sidewalk all the way
through to VanHoosen Farm and Museum. It
is such a beautiful way to go. And
today, as I ran passed the stonewall which curves along the farm frontage, where
two months before we saw all the pumpkins glowing on a magical fall evening and
the annual “Stonewall Pumpkin Festival”, I thought on how that seems now a
lifetime ago. Now the old crooked wall
is topped with snow. The beautiful white
gazebo, the mature maples, and the creek that winds through the back are still
and alone.
I pause for a moment to
breathe it all in, pull out my phone to snap a couple photos of the scene and
the old stone barn to post later on facebook.
I need to share the experience a little, to post a comment on how
incredibly blessed I am to have this beautiful view to run passed. On a day filled with thoughts of blessings,
and family, and happy times… my cup runneth over.
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