This saturday morning I was jogging my way up the SFU hill to the tune of ‘Take it easy’ by Eagles. Only 20 minutes earlier, I had tumbled out of bed, pulled my hair into a ponytail and grabbed two granola bars and some juice before rushing into the car.
I was sore all over and my calves burned as I climbed but a third of the way into my run, the tiredness lifted from my legs and drifted away into the cool morning air. I felt lighter with every footstep on the firm trail. Cool greens and warm browns blew past me as I gathered speed and flew. My runners sank into the narrow trail leading around the lake. On the opposite shore, brilliant gold suffused the surface of the water and melded with yellow and lime-coloured trees in their spring foliage. And when I tore past the line in the dirt marking the finish, I felt happier than I could ever imagine.
As I emerged from the shade of the forest, I found that the sun had risen and it was going to be a gloriously beautiful day. I wanted to roll through the nearby cool grassy field like a horse and stretch and lie on my back, close my eyes and feel the sun on my skin sinking deeper, deeper in until it warms my belly and be consumed in a quiet ecstasy of joy.
Hmmm, I’m not quite sure what I just wrote this for, or what it’s about. I think though, this is what I want to remember when I glare at my ringing alarm on the Saturday mornings to come. I want to remember myself being happy in the simplest way, that I love running, and the good days. And I want to remember this marvellous first sign of spring.