you are beautiful

So here's an actual blog entry for you, as opposed to just random words and emotions.  Well, I guess it is words and emotions, just with more words in between them, ha.  Last Wednesday night I went out dancing, and I realized, I've been going clubbing for over ten years now.  Kind of mildly amazing.  I won't use the word awesome, well, I guess I could.  Not in the sense of the real, true meaning of the word 'awesome,' as in 'sheer awesome power of the universe,' but my little world of awesome.  Back to my thought of train...after walking out of the club last night, I felt like I was slightly drunk on something.  I'd only had two or three sips of a friend's scotch on the rocks, so it wasn't actual drunkenness, or even an alcohol buzz.  It was just a...situational / environmental / dance buzz I guess?  Driving away everything felt sort of fuzzy, and I was compelled to put down my window while I drove, which I almost rarely do, especially when it's nighttime...and about 45 degrees out...and driving faster than 45mph because the sound rippling past an open car window hurts my ears terribly...but I looked up at that moon and thought of Harold and the Purple Crayon and how "the moon went with him." I looked up at Madonna Mountain and so, so badly wanted to go hiking right at that moment, even though I was completely sweat-soaked and tired from just having danced so hard for an hour and half.  The hill was perfectly black and silhouetted so beautifully by moonlight, I just felt like I wanted to be out there and be a part of it.

Something else sort of magical happened Sunday afternoon during my hike.  Firstly, I'll say that I have a very interesting thought process when it comes to running.  I have figured out when I run, that I need to look straight ahead of me, and past my destination and sort of run through it to keep my momentum going.  That's one thing.  Then I also figured out if I focus on my breathing, that I feel like I'm almost floating and that makes running easier.  But what happened yesterday while jogging, was I found myself looking around and turning my head slowly from side to side and admiring the view, and was completely thinking about everything else except running, and it felt so amazing.  I guess that may be my equivalent to when people say they get a 'runner's high.'  It was great though.  I can't wait to get out there and feel it again!