First evening run, warm breeze, running over shadows, uneven surfaces and under soft orange lamplight, bff by my side.
Running is tough. I must be tougher.
The ankle bone’s connected to the
And I groan,
because somewhere around there, it hurts.
Lost in the shadow of the wind. I give up.
The Egret, in slow motion, wades through the still waters as I huff and puff past.
It’s been weather for ducks during the night as with the early birds, I spread my wings and run up, down and around, under heavy skies, the gentle slopes of the duck park.
Sunrise in my eyes
the morning as still as a snail
but my mind is moving
what I need to get from the shops
I feel the weight of things on my shoulders. I feel the depth of experience in the beat of my soul. And with each step things fall into place.
Fresh and autumnal yet warming up, the sky blue. Run slightly spoilt by inability, beforehand, to do a number two.
They are repainting the green bicycle lanes down on the Ronda Del Estero (ring road) and everyone is finally back to school, including me later today. Time for me to stop painting the town red.
Run to the beach again, the sea as flat as the toast I rest my poached egg on afterwards.
A 5k morning run to the local beach in San Fernando. The first time I’d done it. I submerge in the sea, dry off in the breeze.
A run in the marshes, sweating out last nights drinking, breathing in the beauty of wide skies over glimmering water. The tide is in.
Half the sky blue, half the sky grey. The marshland scorched all summer long now drenched with a slight sparkle and a freshness that various birds pick their way through. The sun comes out half way through the run. I didn’t need my jacket.
Limbering up mentally for a shakeout tomorrow. Weather has finally broken, for now at least, and thoughts of moving about are back in abundance.