Something happens when my feet hit the pavement.
…before you guess I am going to speak of the glory of
running, let me stop you.
- I have to go to the bathroom
- My knee hurts
- My right hamstring is sore
- It’s too cold
My sympathetic nervous system kicks in and signals
{screaming} my brain to
STOP!
THERE IS NO DANGER!
No need to run.
There are 84,000 other things I could be doing right now and
for the entire first mile we are out every single excuse is going to present
itself to the forefront of my mind.
I am a 35 year old single woman.
Not only do I want to be physically fit and healthy, but I
sit at a desk for eight hours a day five days a week. After work, I go home and spend another two
or three hours behind my laptop doing school work through an online degree
program. My body craves activity. I need to feel my blood pumping through
every capillary, breathe fresh air, exhale the stale indoor office ego cloak,
and be earthed.
I am also the mother of two human daughters and one three
year old boxer puppy. They are mentally
exhausted from being at school all day, have homework, music lessons, and want
to zen out watching YouTube videos, play Minecraft, and watch Dr. Who. I want them to experience the importance of
regular physical exertion.
In our everyday life we practice speaking kindly to each
other, and respecting boundaries. After
spending the better part of thirty minutes herding gloves and helmets, cancer
baby is wrapped in every imaginable comfort.
The solid stable Capricorn teen is still searching for the dog harness,
where does that always go? We barely
make it out the door before dusk has descended.
Nothing tests our pact of loving kindness more than our four
entirely different personalities, wants, needs, heading out away from home with
the awareness that we will be gone and not able to come home for
One full hour
It is not only me against that road, but the four of us
against ourselves.
This is where Enola’s roots shine.
This is where she feels her own oneness with nature.
Her pack mentality teaches us to run
together, to respect our space, our pace, and each other.
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