Lucky man

This morning I ran a slightly modified version of a route I've run before. It is pretty much all hills and comes in at 1.1 miles.

It was beautiful running down across the golf course, with mist in pockets across the greens and the sun coming up, on what looks like it's going to be another glorious hot day.

Is this really the day before October starts?

As I often do on my morning runs, I felt a huge sense of gratitude for being alive, for being able to run like this.

And this morning I told myself to be thankful for whatever wonderful happens to me today, and to make sure that I realise that it happened, rather than miss it because I'm too wrapped up in my thoughts.

I'm looking forward to today.