This morning I awoke to see that our little town is covered in a thick blanket of fog, a fog so dense you can't see down the street. With the ice and snow on the ground, and the fog all around, everything is white. Nothing is clear. Maybe some of you will recognize a similar feeling inside. I know my head feels foogy sometimes, unclear, sleepy, cold.
I decided to kick my ass out the door and go for a run. I put on some Neko Case on headphones and told myself I'd only go for a short run. I ended up in the hills in our town, as I was enjoying the fog. As I climbed, the fog thinned a little, and I could feel the bright sun filtering through. The light was intense and was reflecting off of all the fog and ice; it hurt my eyes and my head. I started to feel hot and uncomfortable. I was not happy to be rising above the fogline. And then, I crossed the fogline. Suddenly, it was a sunny day under a blue sky. I could see the fog below, covering the whole town in a smothering, thick layer. And I felt energized and happy.
I usually feel somewhat better after a run, but today's 8 miles felt like a minor revelation, a peak into what could be. It was entirely worth the effort to run, to climb, to rise above the fog line and look back on where I had been. I wanted to share some pics I took.
(Of course, I had to come back down from that high, into the fog again. But the reprieve was fantastic.)