Learning to Run: Fireflies

Last night was busy. There were errands to run, laundry to wash, and groceries to buy. And by the time they were all done it was already 8 pm and the sun was beginning to set. But time of night be damned, I still wanted to run. And so did Scott.

We threw on our running clothes and hit the road, in the direction of our new favorite route. This route follows a couple of connecting path and cuts through a park, forming a satisfying circular loop (I really enjoy not having to turn around and double back). Even though the route parallels a major highway for a bit there's still a sense of isolation and disconnectedness. Despite the background lull of passing cars there's a stillness and quiet that's especially present at night.

Our run began at dusk, and the night gathered around us with every subsequent step. And with every degree of light we lost, another handful of fireflies would emerge. Two thirds of the way through the run the woods, bushes, and sky around us were filled with swarms of fireflies. Like sparkles of light dancing on a lake, or stars twinkling in the sky.

I ran without music last night, and found it easy to sink into my thoughts and just watch the light show the fireflies were putting on. It was peaceful and spiritual, and I found myself full of thank yous and gratitude. Grateful for strong legs, grateful for a beautiful place to run, grateful for Scott introducing me to running and helping me keep it up.

It was an excellent run; not only beautiful but fast and challenging. Scott estimates we ran 3 to 4 miles in 37 minutes. It left me wonderfully tired and relaxed, ready to grab a good dinner and wander off to bed.

Update: We mapped it. 3.4 miles!