home is where the heart is
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.
if your heart knows, you're a few steps ahead of most of the people in this world running and running in place.ReplyDelete
This is awesome. Keep on going!ReplyDelete
I love this! I will support your running from my comfortable computer chair, as sadly, I am allergic to running. So tragic, I know... :)ReplyDelete
Hmmmm....knowing that Mr. Raccoon is out there just might be what it takes to get me jogging (not running) again.ReplyDelete
Btw, thank you for the link to that house. Hideous! So hideous, in fact, that I may have to go back to that dead end to check it out. :)