What do you watch for tready time?

I watch the road, the sunrise, birds floating over my head that are suspended as if by magic in the morning light. I watch my breath as the cool morning air makes me look much like a locomotive running down the track, steam billowing from the stack as I gather speed. I might see rabbits that dart out in front of me and occasionally a skunk that causes me to pause uncertainly in anticipation of which direction it will go next. I hear dogs barking, coyotes howling, and birds singing.

I look at the footprints in the dust from the last time I ran this road. I watch the road as it dips down 50 feet and then rises back up in a smooth curve that challenges me to keep pushing the pace even when it gets harder. I see the road stretching out in front of me. It never breaks down or runs out of room. No one charges me a monthly fee to use it. It's just there.

I see the clouds in the morning change from dark, to pink, to red, and then maybe orange or yellow as the sun rises and floods the road with light. Occasionally I watch the rain clouds as they roll in and kiss me with sweet drops of pure water to cool me like no ceiling fan ever could. You can see the trees and the grass waving to you frantically telling you that a storm is approaching. The clouds might look dark but when you feel those first few splashes of cool water on your hot skin you know right away that they're trying to help you.

I see the animals in the fields. The cattle watch me and give me a look of awe that I'm free to move about the area on the other side of the fence they're stretching their necks to reach. I see horses in their pastures that stomp their feet and give me a knowing nod because they appreciate what it means to be able to run through the wind and be free.

I should add that all of this scenery changes nearly every day. It's hardly ever the same. There's always something different to see.