Slow start

I got off to an awkward start, fumbling and not sure of my footing. I even kicked myself- whoops. I'm glad I didn't fall- that would have been embarrassing.
I choose to run down American River and up Westville. Not that long of a run, but challenging. Lots of hills.

Being a Saturday, and not that early (about 9am), many people I knew were out. So I waved and ran harder so I wouldn't look like a woose. That must have helped, cause despite my slow start- I shaved some time off the route. I need to start getting serious about timing myself. I just sort of gauge it by the songs on my itunes. Funny how our own egos can push us to try harder, make ourselves better...or maybe worse? I might have injured my leg further because of that ego.

My leg didn't hurt during the run- but it's killing me now. I'll have to massage it as soon as I'm done with this post. The muscle feels so wound up and tight, like cables carrying far more than their fair share. I've tried stretching it, but no luck yet. Maybe the hot water will help.

I guess it's all in how you look at it. My leg will be fine. I'll take care of it. It won't stop me. Why should I let it? I'll take a chance. Better to jump into the freezing cold water than to never know the sudden thrills of life...sitting on the banks all warm and cozy.
If you couldn't follow that- I'm sorry. Sometimes my fly-away heart replaces the thoughts of my logical brain.

Pain, ego, strength, joy, sickness, blood, tears...weightlessness....

Question: If you could be any animal for an hour, what would it be?

No brainer...A bird.
Soaring between the green and blue is my favorite thing to do. Not to be afraid of falling...that is what I want. I want to float without flapping, hover above the earth. But one hour? Is that enough? How about 20 minutes, every other day? After all- I am happy to be me. Human.