Last night I ran for the first time in a month, maybe more. I had a smattering of unremarkable runs in between, but they all left me dry and tired and frustrated.
Last night I went back to my favorite road and recovered some of the joy of my first run. For the first time, I smiled while running again, marveled at creation, thanked the Creator, and almost burst into dance when my powersong hit (I already saw myself doing it in my mind!).
Thankful to the Joy-Giver for precious moments like these, and for coming up with such things as running, open roads, and, yes, iPods.