I headed out for a short run this afternoon. A day full of household chores, on-line procrastination and paperwork demanded a physical relief in the beautiful outdoors.
Barefoot, of course.
I loved the light rain – refreshing and invigorating – and running in road ruts where puddles had collected, a satisfying splash with each step. I didn’t like how heavy my body felt at this time of day and so it was a physical tussle for me. Gravitational forces stronger than other bits of wonderous nature. I didn’t like how much vehicle traffic there was, forcing me off side or to run with instead of into traffic.
I made it to my turnaround point and about half way back. Then I stopped running. I walked and really started to enjoy myself.
The rain continued to fall, light and windless. I picked Black-Eyed Susans, which I would have called rudbeckia in the days when I was immersed in peat and vermiculite and seeds and compost, and white Marsh Mallows blushing light lavender hues. Large swaths of St. John’s Wort and clouds of Fleabane filled ditches; strong graceful stands of Queen Anne’s Lace. Strangles of Crown Fetch winding through Clover, ground-hugging Eyebright, Butter and Eggs amidst the grass.
The run was a bust but the walk was just what I needed.
You can’t always have what you want, but if you try sometime you find you get what you need.