running log

[arguchik]

legs like sled dogs after 3 days cooped up in a box on a train. eyes like stones. morning? what? a small war, the dogs win. harness them up. they tug this way and that at the restraints, waiting for the signal, yapping, nipping at each other, eyes roaming, noses twitching--scent of fox on the breeze, twitch of branches might be a bird or a squirrel. i give the command, they are off. barely contained energy, disorganized yet somehow forward motion. 3 miles gone. i have not been in charge. i have only been along for the ride.

alas, i'm only at 3 miles for the week. i don't mind, though. it has been a week since i last ran, but that week has been extremely productive and rewarding. plus it's spring, and i feel like i'm really a runner again, so i know any setbacks or layoffs will be temporary.