Running

My dearly beloved has it in his head that we are going to climb Kili in December which has put the fear of the Lord in me. Whether or not we actually will, the hope/fear is strong enough that I got up early this morning and went for a run. I went just as the sun was coming up, hoping fewer people would see me, both for modesty reasons and personal pride (I haven't run in months!). The mountains to the East of us block the early morning sun well after it is up and everything was cool and hazy. The recently muddy roads have been baked into contorted ravines and potholes making even slow jogging a bit like working your way through an obstacle course. I greeted a couple of older men with hoes slung over their shoulders who were walking out to their farms. I had to stop once for a very upset donkey that barreled across the road in front of me, bawling his head off. But other than that everything was still sleepy and quiet.
Early morning running has always been the crazy past time of other women in my life - my mother, sister-in-law, roommates - not me. I thought about them this morning while I tiptoed through the stillness. Maybe they are on to something...