This morning’s run was a hot, humid one here in New Jersey.
Often times I get up and go without much thought on where I will run or how far I will go. I tie my laces, walk out my door and immediately I am on my familiar county roads.
Some days I see just wildlife, some days many town locals wave as they pass me in their cars. Today was just the hum of the local farmer’s tractor off in the distance, the sounds of the birds, and my heavy breathing trying to fight the humidity.
As I passed the barn with that beautiful flag hung… I am quickly reminded of just how lucky and blessed I am.
I get to wake up and do what I love, on these back farm town roads that I love but not without what that flag represents… not without those men and women who bravely fought so I could be just this lucky.
This is my home… these are my roads… and today I am just a happy girl.
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