Click

View from Lake Helen Osteen Rd.

Did you ever have the sensation of things suddenly clicking into place, like the gears on a bike finding purchase?

On a lark (I love that expression) Saturday I decided to run to a local 5k. Not “in,” “to.” I wasn’t racing, I was merely going to cheer for friends who were.  I needed the mileage anyway and I figured I could kill two birds with one stone (I hate that expression).

It was a fairly long run, about 18 miles round trip.  At some point during that run, lost in my thoughts and the early morning mist, I experienced that click. Suddenly running was more than a workout, more than just miles checked off a training program, more than just an effort to get fit.

Running, as a mode of transportation, to an event so distant brought home the realization that it is now truly an integral part of my life.

And I was at peace.