Tarmac Meditations #167: I Know You, Rider

I finished up doing intervals (2) on the trail, walked through the parking lot, stretched my achin’ calf and achilles, turned to go and got blasted by the warmth of the sun. I stopped and took a breath and then another one. Felt the warmth spread through my body and bring me pause and silence. The years slipped away. And I found myself smiling foolishly at nothing in particular. “I know you, Rider” ( “…I have missed you while you were gone”- Grateful Dead) ran through my head. Not inexplicably, I felt great in that moment, for the first time in a long while – and I still do. 

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Photos by Michael Lebowitz. All rights reserved.