May 222012
 

Head and neck aligned, shoulders loose and low, elbows bent 90 degrees in neutral, hands relaxed. Roll through the strides, hit a rhythm, and go numb.

And then I ran through a spider’s web and lost the rhythm. Sticky motherfucker.

… shoulders loose and low, elbows at 90 degrees, hands relaxed. Roll through the strides, hit the rhythm, and go numb.

And then I almost stepped on a fat frog and damn near tripped. I turned around and cursed at him, then laughed at myself for stopping to curse at a lazy fat frog.

… elbows at 90 degrees, hands relaxed. Roll. Hit the rhythm. Go numb.

And then I ran through a neighbor’s sprinkler which turned on at the exact moment I was running by.

Fuck it! Fuck the rhythm. Fuck going numb.

I ran towards a trail I that I knew led to the water. I ran like an uncoordinated child, limbs flailing, feeling everything, feeling the way my body moved, feeling joy.

I half ran and half skipped down the trail to a short grassy area before the water. I took off my heart rate monitor (fuck my heart rate!) and stuffed it into my pocket. I pulled off my shoes and socks, left them at the trails edge, and wandered into the St. Augustine feeling self-possessed.

I sat at the waters edge and reclaimed my breath.

I felt like me again. I focused on the water, on my breathing, on my heartbeat… the closest thing to meditation I’ll ever do.

Me.

Movement. Something twitched.

To my left.

Mother. Fucking. Alligator.

  13 Responses to “running”

  1. *laugh* Hilarious!

    Whenever I run, I refer to it as 'doing a Phoebe' and have no illusions about getting to the 'zen' thing that real runners get! And in a land of many dangerous and venomous creatures, I imagine if I had a spider AND toad AND crocodile encounter in a single outing, I would never leave the house again!

    Ferns

  2. You know, we're leading only slightly different lives on opposite sides of the globe: we're both lushes (champagne/vodka), have Js (Jay/J), live near beaches, run like freaks, risk our lives (crocs/gators), have giant cocks (mine is bigger!)…

    If we ever ran into each other, we might cause some sort of tear in the time-space continuum…

    :)

  3. OMG. This? THIS IS WHY I LIVE IN BOSTON. Apart from The Woonagator, we're pretty much gator-free.

  4. Ah, so you live in FL?

  5. @Anon: It's not a secret. It's on my FetLife profile.

    You, however, are not in Florida. Bin ich richtig? :)

  6. @Lily: Yeah, but you get snow. I fear snow more than gators.

  7. Haha! Spiderwebs fucking suck. But I've never encountered a gator. Somehow I think that might make me run until I was numb.

  8. @Lizzie: Well, it certainly got my heart rate back up! *chomp*

  9. When we have had enough of it all, we can make a pact to create havoc and mayhem in the lead up to a sekrit Domme meeting somewhere exotic, where lots of naked boys will line the path to our rendezvous, where we will swap evil smiles and then DESTROY THE WORLD… bwuhahahhahaha!!! *strokes imaginary bald cat*

    Ferns

  10. … and of course, if it turns out that we *don't* destroy the world this way… well hey, naked boys!!!

    Ferns

  11. @Ferns: "where lots of naked boys will line the path to our rendezvous,"

    If there are lots of hot naked boys on the way, I might be late to the rendezvous. If they're super hot, I might not make it at all. :)

    "*strokes imaginary bald cat*"

    I'm going to let this go… it's too easy. :)

  12. I don't mind frogs, (even fat ones), spider webs, or even sprinklers all that much… But gators?… No thanks. That's why I avoid running by the canals here.

    If not on a treadmill, I run in my apartment complex. This way, the only things I need to worry about are the gang bangers… and I carry a .45 for that

  13. @Unknown: I'm very lucky to live in a gated community where the only .45 I have to carry is the $0.45 in my pocket that isn't quite enough to buy me a bottle of water at the clubhouse vending machine.

    However, I'm petitioning my HOA to ban frogs and spider webs on the premises. ;)

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