From Bali to Beirut

One thing I like about running is the feeling of being present, to be in the moment but also the possibility of its exact opposite, to suddenly be jazzed away in one’s imagination.

If last year was mostly about the Atlantic Shift, it seems as if this year will see me running at both ends of the Pacific, and, if Ally gets her vacation approved, also along the Med. Yet, this morning I was just there in the woods of Nydala, breathing the cold morning air and feeling grateful for having fairylike trails like these right outside my door.