This place is a big circle, and off that circle is a running path and it was a nice, warm day so I jogged three miles in the twilight.
I was thinking, as I shuffled and panted, that sometimes you know when big things are happening. And sometimes you don’t know. And I found myself, right about here, wondering why that is. How do you sometimes know, and other times life springs that sort of thing upon you?
I was trying to come up with a good hill metaphor, but I always get breathless on the hills. That never surprises me.
