The weather has finally cleared and I'm back on my run schedule. The last few times I've noticed I look down the road. I hadn't realized I wasn't looking that far ahead of me but it seems that I was so focused on making it to the end that I never picked my head up to look down the road.
Funny how odd that sounds. It's not that I was staring at my feet and endangering myself and others around me, but I wasn't looking far ahead either. Somewhere in the middle. My focus seemed to be on what was coming up immediately, not what was way down the road.
You'd almost think there was a life lesson hiding in there.