Metal Not Jell-o

Just past the park on Westville and before running up todays first hill, I remembered my daughter telling me that the little trail off to the right leads down to a gazebo and pond. Out of curiosity, I turned my head and glanced down the small dirt path that barely existed beyond the heavily loaded black berry bushes.

In one quick stare, I saw something. It was sitting only a few feet from the road. My immediate instinct was one of "WHOA" and I stumbled sideways just a bit.

I didn't see the gazebo. What I saw was the biggest darn house cat on the planet. Or else it was a bobcat. We do have those around here, but not this close to first gate. If you live around 3rd gate than this would not be uncommon.

I ran on, looking back over my shoulder only once to make sure it was not following me.

Overall it was a terrific run. I made it around Westville, down Pointed Rocks, up Paymaster and back on American River for my sprint back home.

Do you ever get images that pop into your mind to explain situations or feelings BEFORE any real thought formulates? Yes, of course you do. I think this must happen to everyone.
Well today when I was starting up Paymaster my legs began to feel weak. Suddenly my body was split in two, resulting in the lower half wobbling around like red Jell-o.

I'm sure it didn't look that bad, but it felt strange.
I forced a new image into my mind.
This time the words came first...then the image.

Metal not Jell-o!!
The image of two metal legs with hindged joints for knees and ankles pierced the wiggly goop, giving my legs fresh strength and support. It's truly amazing what the mind can do.
Right away the weakness disappeared.
I felt better... stronger.

I raised my right hand to God, gave thanks and ran harder than ever.