So I'm on my new schedule for work. That means I have the time in the mornings to go running. It's a big gift really. I'm sitting on my front steps right now, resting after a 45 minute walk.
It's daunting to be getting started again, I'll admit that. But I feel so fortunate to be able to do so. I saw something this morning that struck me funny as I was walking.
It was a box that some kids had been playing with. Their mom or dad threw it out, and it is now filled of garbage. But for a little while it was some kid's Time Machine.
I'm glad I ran into it. In a way my morning workout is kind of like my own time machine.