This morning my lumber (what I do on those trails by the lake cannot be called “running”) was interrupted, fabulously interrupted. The sunrise was bouncing off the lake and buildings of downtown Madison, providing the perfect backdrop for the UW women’s crew team as they glided past me. Two long, low crew-boats, filled with strong women, working together in near silence. They were close enough to see the power in their arms and backs as they rowed.
I was struck anew by the beauty of strength. I ran a little harder and a little longer.