Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
This long-favorite poem of mine was racing through my head as I left the gym this morning. I ran — straight through — three miles for the first time in my 37 years of life.
For others, three miles is no big deal. For me, after many years of being overweight, it’s HUGE.
As I contemplate getting older, I realize that in order to be here for my husband and children for many more years, I need to work harder at being healthy. When I woke up this morning, I was determined that I would go three continuous miles. After all, I ultimately want to have “miles to go before I sleep.”
(Specifically, I have FIVE miles to go this Saturday morning if I want to keep up with my friends and their training schedule. AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!)
Thanks so much to Kathy, Shannon, and Sara for letting me run with you. Whether I make the 5K or half-marathon in June, I will be all the better because of your inspiration.