Two Trials

An incredibly beautiful day.  I actually ran comfortably in shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt.  The sky was crystal, clear blue.  As I passed by the south end of the runway of the small airport, the home of “wicked good aviation”, near our house one plane was just taking off.  When the road wound around the north end of the airport a couple of miles later, another plane was landing.  Even though I hate flying, the beauty of the day almost made me want to fly.  I went for a leisurely jaunt over to Westport Island.  As I was making my way up the “monster hill” from Westport, which has kicked my butt as many times as I’ve conquered it (very humbling), a Subaru wagon slowed behind me and a man yelled out to me,”Good luck next Sunday, we’ll be there watching.”  That support was pretty inspiring, and I cranked it up the hill notching a moral victory on my belt.