There's no joy like the joy of the sun..almost..coming in.

Three things: first, a greeting; second, a new site to check out; third, an anecdote.

First: Happy Halloweeeeeeen! Boo!

Second: Check out what I've been up to: UYS Young Pros

Third:
So I was running yesterday morning.

No, I did not fall on my face this time.

It was nigh on 6:45 am and the sun was juuuuuust starting to show signs of potentially rising. The sky was this amazingly intense BLUE - but not just any blue - this incredible PURPLE BLUE that was almost BLACK. And that same PURPLE BLUE was the PURPLE BLUE of Jamaica Pond. A lone sail boat sat perfectly still atop the deep dark water (deep in color, of course, cause I'm pretty sure the pond isn't all that deep). Over to the East, there was enough light to make out Boston's Prudential Center just a few miles away...though after a run through the farms and hills of Brookline, the city seems eons away. I'd be headed that way in an hour, but at that moment it didn't matter.

I'm not even sure how I can express the brilliance of the moment. This sheer beauty, coupled with the peaceful serenity of solitude.

And it dawned on me, no pun intended, that this is the stuff life is truly made of..these moments of beauty. People tell me I'm crazy for getting up at 5:15 every morning to workout..and maybe I am..ok, definitely I am.

BUT I thought at that precise moment how different everyone would be if each person resolved to wake up and see the sunrise at least once a week. But that one moment changed my entire perspective for the day. (In all honesty, I don't even think I was really awake until the colors hit me like that. I never really wake up until about the moment I jump in the shower after my runs - I exist in some robotic, dreamlike running stance until that point.)

I wished at that very second that everyone could get to experience a moment like that all the time like I do every day. And it is every day that I wish I had my camera at boot camp to capture the rowers gliding silently over the dark, foggy water or, later, the sun rising in oranges and fiery reds over the Charles with the Boston sky in the background. I think that is my addiction more than the workout itself.

Just think what it would be like if we were all overwhelmed by the world like that on a regular basis. Just think.