As I set out on my run this morning under a brilliant blue sky, I passed an elderly and experienced runner, bedecked in a worn singlet and well travelled shoes. Looking at me with sparkling eyes he smiled and said “Great day for it, eh?” His mirth was contagious, and I smiled widely and voiced my agreement.

It was indeed a great day for it. A rare day; it exercised not only my body, but my mind and my emotions. I was stretched as as person. I gazed into the unknowable future, dug through the inscrutable past, and examined the tenuous present. Some things I solved or resolved, and others were left painfully open, beyond my care and ability. My limits were made clear to me, and that hurt as only the truth can.

I only can do that which I can; today that is enough. My body aches slightly, my heart aches slightly, yet I am content. A day well lived.