Two miles today with nobody but Luke, Jen and Sean from a TBTL podcast to keep me company because I ran while T Junior took his morning nap. Roundtrip was 35 minutes.
Monday, I will start this training program that I read good things about online, but I will switch the Monday and Friday rest days with Tuesday and Thursday since it fits our lives better.
I took the trail this morning and wore my headphones, but I took them off when I could hear someone talking from across the lake. I tried to make out what was going on through the thick trees and blackberry bushes, but I couldn’t tell what it was. I saw a lot of people in white clothing. Maybe some sort of karate ceremony or something? But then the spiritual sound of a choir floated across the water.
By the time there was a clearing, the scene was behind my left shoulder and I can’t run in a straight line while rubbernecking (I found out).
On the way back, though, I figured it out because some of the people in white gowns (I could see better now), were wading into the lake. There appeared to be about 100 more waiting their turn in organized lines on the shore, maybe 10 people across and 10 or more deep.
It made made me think of this:
I really wished I had my new phone with better camera capabilites because while it looked so strange at first (especially since I’m accustomed to seeing babies baptised over a font in church), it also was powerful and moving.
In fact, as I ran and the singing faded behind me on this 90-degree day, I got the chills. The good kind.