This morning was my first run in two weeks as I have been resting following the Run the Caldera marathon. Between the latent soreness of a marathon and the rust of not running, first runs are usually less than an ideal thing. However, today I was not focused on myself.
As I ran to Albuquerque’s northern limits, and looked west and north across the mesas, smoke blanketed the rolling landscape. Had it been fog, it would have been beautiful. But it wasn’t. It was smoke from the fires that threatened homes in and around Los Alamos. It was smoke from the fires that destroyed the breathtaking Jemez landscape where I ran the same marathon. It was smoked the caused many people to have a sleepless night while fire fighters served at great risk trying to save strangers’ homes.