The Pastor has been running with me the last few weeks, as his schedule allows. We ran a mile today. I was thinking about that mile, how it wasn’t worth posting about, how it wasn’t good enough. Then I remembered –
It’s not about miles run, it’s about moments treasured.
Why do I forget that so easily?
It brings me joy that he would climb out of bed, lace up his shoes and enjoy the beauty of the morning with me. He’s a night runner (although, I don’t recall seeing him run in the last 15 years…), but he knows I prefer the chill and beauty of a fresh new day. So we run. Together. And I love it.