Today is the first of March and while there is still snow and ice melting away everywhere… it seems the promise of something new.
March is a fascinating month as one observes the transition from winter to spring. It starts cold and laden with heaviness from months of hibernation. Slowly, the sun brightens the days again. The promise of warmth hides in the breeze. And the beautiful green-of-life starts to peak it’s way out of hardened ground and stoic trees. Animals that have hidden from the frost begin to busily prepare for families and plenty again. And everywhere the earth seems to sing its song of renewal.
Here we are… day one… and its hard to see the end from the still-frozen beginning but I know that it’s there and it warms me. I look forward to dancing in the progression of season with all that’s living around me. I think of the promise of tulips and bunnies, gardens and hikes, and I radiate.
These contemplations left me hopeful and energized as I ran today. I became the personification of these changing seasons. I started slow and stiff. As I warmed up to the run, I felt my pace pick up, my muscles loosen, my spring in step. I finished my five miles easily, happily, and so grateful today. Yes, the promise of something new…