There are some days where the equilibrium of my life is so far submerged in insanity and disordered mayhem that I feel almost overwhelmed by the obligations and uncertainties that shadow my life. Yet when I go for a run, the balance of life shifts. Those darkening shadows that once weighed so heavily upon my shoulders become no more than the somber outlines cast by an incandescent moon. Running gives us a space to breathe… free from restraints, liberated from confinement, released from imposition and given free reign to purge our thoughts of all heaviness and constraint.

A certain clarity of thought is gained from a changed perspective, when we step out our door and run beside a mirrored-still lake; beneath the deep shadows of twilight-spangled trees and the street-lit corridors of a sleepy neighborhood we see the world in a different light. The solidarity of night impregnates us with thought, confronts us with truth and commands of us that we release from our minds all doubt, negativity and fear and embrace a daring audacity of spirit that repels all obstacles. Somehow the mechanical churn of a treadmill fails to measure up to the clarity gained from a moonlit run beneath a night sky.