In the Paddock

There’s an old saying out there that the cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears or the sea. Someone needs to come up with one about sunshine, too, because as winter set in for good in the Northeast the last few weeks a little bit of the bright stuff is undoubtedly a tonic for anything that ails.

Actually, the sunshine I speak of today is the kind in Central Kentucky, hitting off the almost green grass on a lunchtime run at Veteran’s Park on the south side of Lexington. I hopped a couple flights this week to return to Kentucky for the first time since October to attend the “celebration of life” event for friend and colleague Bill Mooney, who passed away last month after a courageous battle with cancer.

Plans called for some work in the morning, a conference call in the early afternoon and a couple drop-in sales calls later in the afternoon, so there was just enough time to get in a run. All that was needed today were shoes, socks, shorts and a t-shirt. Oh, and the trails, 5 miles of them at Veteran’s with only a couple other souls out there soaking up the warm air and the sunshine.

After my run I chatted with a student, mountain bike hitched to the roof of his Subaru (of course!), about the spectacular weather.

“I’m supposed to be in class,” he said as he wrangled his bike off the rack. “But I couldn’t pass a day like this up.”

“I know how you feel, I should be working, but there’s time for that,” I quipped back, water bottle and banana in hand for a short cool-down walk.

Well, the time arrived at 1 p.m. and I’m back to it, sunshine and all beaming through the window.

Honest.