Sometimes I really like running.
Sometimes, it's a chore, but there are times when I love it. When I'm out of my usual area, I always love it, because it's such an intimate way to connect with the place I'm staying. When you're out at 6 am, Niagara Falls is a completely different place. Watching the sunrise over a beach in Hawaii (with sweat running down my face) is awesome in the truest sense of the word. And how could I not list the morning sun on the cliffs of Bryce Canyon in Southern Utah as one of my all time favorite runs?
But today may have taken the cake.
Today I got out this morning in beautiful Yuma, AZ. I ran several miles down an irrigation canal, with mature amber wheat in fields as far as the eye could see on one side of the canal. On the other side, the corn the farmers were starting was already taller than me, and not even sprouting any ears yet.
And as I was admiring the beauty, and the bounty, and the symbolism of it all, three military jets flew over my head in perfect formation. And I have never in my life been prouder or more grateful to be an American.