12 nice and easy miles around the public golf course in the park, at dusk, under a gigantic glowing harvest moon shining down on mesmerized runners, bikers, walkers, and general onlookers. Moments like this reveal the miraculous in this world, in our universe. And I had the privilege of running under it.
The run itself was wonderful, the strides touching down lightly, equally on the golf greens and roughs. 12 light miles tonight, a track workout tomorrow, a 5k directed by a friend on Saturday, and then the Rochester Half Marathon the following Sunday, for which I have to get on the ball and register, and book a hotel room…
Ah, but that moon tonight….