I ran three miles this evening, only walked for a few minutes, my heart pounding in a good way. The more I try the easier it is to maintain this pace. I like this pace. At Catalina and Franklin I paused long enough for a raccoon to pass from the street then up a driveway, but instead of rushing into the darkness he stopped and looked at me.
"Hi Mr Raccoon," I said.
"Well hello Robert Dean." This truly didn't seem odd at the time.
He stood up on his hind legs eyeballing me as I stood there breathing hard. A smile appeared before he continued, "Don't stop running. Never stop."
"I won't Mr Raccoon. Not this time. Not this time."
Home is a moving target but my heart knows its place.
Posted by robert_dean at 11:10 PM