It’s 9:41 a.m. and I’m already caught up in how lovely today is.
After a 5 a.m. wake-up; it was a task in dressing as warm and lightly as I could. Then a short ride to Harvard Stadium.
Dark as night. Bright stars. Glowing moon.
You would’ve thought it was 11 p.m. instead of 6 a.m.
Just a start of day.
Barely seeing the bodies pushing up and down the stadium rows; headlamps and glow sticks in tow.
The largest group I have ever seen at a November Project work out.
A loud chorus of “GOOD MORNING” and “F*** YEAH” and then puffs of breath you could see, burning legs you could feel and a rising sun that painted one of the most beautiful sunrises I’ve seen on a Wednesday morning at Harvard.
Rows and rows and rows. But for once I could feel progress.
After a work-out, a film session. Capturing all of the other struggles and finishes. Listening to more people talk about the community of November Project. Hearing that one member was on his first work out . . . since his surgery to remove a brain tumor.
God is good, right?
Man, if you ever need some motivation to get out of bed in the morning––think of that guy.
And the push of a sunrise.
And then a very full beautifulness.
Then an interview. One of my best. With the Runner’s World contributing writer who has documented an incredible story about November Project that everyone has to look for in the December issue of November Project.
The lighting was great.
The setting was right.
The quotes were flowing.
A long bus ride home.
A still rising sunshine and the cutest little girl talking her mom’s ear off for seven stops.
A stop for a hot bagel and coffee and the realization that this is probably the last warm-ish week––and I should get better gloves.
Seriously, the best post-stadiums bagel.
And then, this song came on.
And if I hadn’t already been in the most lovely mood; this song alone probably could’ve done it. Because the whole walk home I was back in a place 13 years ago in my parent’s house with my mom’s CDs playing and dinner cooking and fall candles burning . . . and how can you not feel happy when you’re in a memory like that?
Here’s to enjoying a day so much at only four hours in. Hope everyone else’s hump day is just as wonderful.