Discovery

“What we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.” – George Eliot

It was a morning unlike other mornings. While I remained in bed, debating how early to move about and slip on my running clothes, the comfort of sleep tempted me to skip the morning workout.

While I contemplated pushing it back to the evening, I kept thinking about one big benefit: Catching a possible glimpse of the space shuttle Discovery’s re-entry. So I delayed heading out the door for about 15 minutes so I could catch Discovery. I devised a route so that I’d be in a spot that offered good viewing.

And it never came. No light or entrail. I thought I might have missed it. And no sonic booms.

Disappointed, I returned home wondering if I missed it. About an hour later, I learned NASA chose another path because of the weather.

Still, it was exciting to be out running with the possibility of seeing the space shuttle. In a way, it was part of my own discovery – and at its core that’s what running means to me.

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