So I’m running through the park the other day. Because in an attempt to be a little healthier, feel better, and dislike my body a little less, I’ve kicked this whole “healthy lifestyle” that I’ve been pantomiming for the last year into high gear drive, and one facet of that has been to take up running. Because, I mean, if Preggers City Kim can run with a baby in her belly, surely my lazy not-knocked-up-but-a-little-squishy-nonetheless ass can manage to do the same. (Or at least half of the same, because we all know that secretly Kim is Superwoman.)
Which is how I find myself running through the park. And not particularly enjoying myself. Because sure, the park is gorgeous, and it’s all autumn-y, but it’s also threatening to rain any second. And it’s much later in the day than I usually run, so I’m a little tired to begin with, and it’s right before dinner, so I’m hungry. Plus, I’ve been passed at least twice by every member of the Saratoga Springs High School boys and girls cross country team, none of whom appear to be sporting more than 4 or 5% body fat, and many of whom aren’t wearing shirts. So I’m a little on the grouchy side. And even though I know in my heart that I’ll finish the run, if only out of stubbornness, I’m definitely hurting physically and mentally.
And then, as I turned the corner out of the woods, I saw this:
Which, if you can’t tell from the pictures, (I don’t blame you,) is a complete double rainbow. From my path, I could see both ends of both rainbows. It was absolutely breathtaking.
Numerous other runners were on the same path at the time, (this park is crazy popular for runners and walkers,) and everyone that I came upon stopped for a moment to share our excitement over this beautiful happening. This is unusual, since most of the time when I cross paths with a runner, there is either no acknowledgement between us or at the most, a smile or nod. But suddenly, in the presence of this natural beauty, everyone seemed eager to reach out and share this moment.
As I left the rainbows behind and returned to my run, my step felt a little lighter, and suddenly I wasn’t so grouchy anymore. Seeing such a beautiful gift of nature seemed to fill me with…happy, I guess. I’m not narcissistic enough to believe that some benevolent force put that double rainbow there just for me to make me happy; that rainbow would have occurred whether I’d been there to see it or not. But I do feel very lucky to have chosen that path to run at that time on that day, because at that moment, that rainbow was exactly what I needed.
(Though a monkey holding cupcakes would have done it, too.)