Shooting stars

There really is no way to explain why some people do the things they do. We all have little things we do that are special to us for whatever reason. Of course one of my "things" is running. It is to the point where running is to me what breathing is for some people.....I just do it.
This morning I woke up well before my alarm (shocker, well...not really) and hit the road early. On nice dark mornings I get to see something that I think is pretty freaking cool.....shooting stars.

For one brief moment they are there and then gone, and if you aren't paying attention you wouldn't even see them. I distinctly remember a critical lesson I learned from my Poppa Bear, where he told me that I often run looking straight down at the path and he told me, you are missing so much when you run like that.......This is such the metaphor for so much in our lives. If our vision is too narrow we may not see the things happening around us.

It is bittersweet to experience a shooting star alone. You want so badly to share it with someone, but I suppose this is one reason why running is what it is to me.....a spiritual connection....with myself.

However, the shooting star reminded me of a night many years ago I had with my "Bicki". Back in high school I was bummed out and she came over one night and we sat in the driveway and just talked and looked at the sky. I remember seeing shooting stars with her that night......and I am blessed to say she is still in my life today......so just like a star.....you may not always see them, but your friends are always there.....in your thoughts.....in your heart.