I do a lot of thinking while I run. I think it keeps my mind off of my body being exhausted. I look at trees, houses, cars. I watch carefully if I see a dog, I hear they like to bite runners sometimes. I look at for sale signs and imagine different scenarios of why the people are moving. I look at beautiful lawns and tragic messes of weeds and overgrown shrubbery. I look at swing sets, windows, and clouds. I imagine what it might be like one day to be able to make executive decisions about the color of shutters, picking a mailbox, and what the front door should look like. No matter what the house looks like there is always something beautiful about being outside and having every house and yard look a little bit different. The messy lots are sometimes the most fun, because imperfections are beauty.
I think about the people who can't run. I think about people that don't feel safe enough to run where they live. I feel sorry for them, and feel like I'm running for them too. I want to take pictures and show everybody the beauty in everything around us. How is it when we are on vacation, everything is jaw dropping and marvelous? Do we take more time out to actually look at things? I have driven by some of these places hundreds of times, and I haven't noticed anything special. I wish we would all feel like we are on vacation even when we are at home.
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