December 6

I woke up way before the sun this morning.

I’m meeting my friend, Pam, for a half marathon in Pueblo. I’m excited to race (and am really excited about the long sleeved sweetshirt we get because we are braving this COLD morning). I do feel reminiscent about the Peak Ascent training but it’s good for my self discipline to get up and run.

So I snuck out of bed, pulled on my running clothes, got my cup of coffee and headed upstairs.

I was greeted with the beautiful white lights of Christmas (and one little boy but he’s not part of this post) on our stairs.

I stopped and just looked at them for a moment (okay, so it was a bit early so I stopped to rub my eyes but still). I love the beauty of Christmas. I bet Mary was awed each time she looked into her son’s face, each time she brushed his little head and marveled at this true miracle.

White lights and a half marathon. I now have something to chant in my mind as I run those last miles along the river today.

“And Mary pondered all these things in her heart.”