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.
Movement. Something twitched.
To my left.
Mother. Fucking. Alligator.