In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Victory.”
How does a photo of a light pink sunrise over a foggy hay field show victory?
About 4 months ago I made a change. I wake up an hour earlier so that I can run in the morning before work.
The victory is that I run. For a long time I believed I couldn’t run. But I did it anyway. Barely, but I did it. As my endurance increased I started to believe I could run. The more I believed the longer I ran. The longer I ran the more I believed.
And now I run. I will run my 2nd official 5K Thanksgiving morning. I ran my first 5K in April. It was a significant event for me that I wrote about in a post called Run.
Another victory in this is that I made a new habit. A good habit. That first morning was hard but I did it anyway. Now I wonder what took me so long because the morning run on my country roads is one of my favorite parts of the day.
I experience all sorts of beautiful things on my morning runs. The sound of birds chirping, cows bellowing, the rooster crowing. I see the bright moon and stars in the dark sky just before the sun wakes up, or fog blanketing the fields, or glistening dew, or a light pink sunrise. And occasionally one of my neighbors sitting on his front porch drinking his coffee. We wave at each other as I run by.
We’re not locked into what was or what always has been. We can change now and make what will be better than we ever dreamed.
This victory is only the beginning. I’ve decided to move from strength to strength and I can’t wait to see what happens next.