This morning, the air was warmer. Instead of subzero, it was 44 degrees. No rain, but the ground was wet from yesterday’s showers. The trees dripped sporadically. I tossed the ball to Dakota and breathed in the clean air.
It felt like a great day for a run.
But I should mention I still live in a construction zone. Well, to clarify, the construction part lies dormant during the winter. Should pick back up in the spring-summer. For now, the much-vaunted pedestrian path is compacted pebbles and is supposedly closed to foot traffic. Tell that to the people from all walks of life I see out…walking it. Less than before the construction, of course, but still using it.
I didn’t want to drive to a place to run. I’m kinda over it. Though I know I will probably have to get re-over it right quick if I want to run longer. I considered walking up the path to familiar, flat neighborhoods. But it’s dark to walk that way and the path is uneven.
I got an idea.
Why couldn’t I just run along our little crescent-shaped access road? It’s not very long, and if the rain started up in earnest, I wouldn’t be far from shelter. Plus Dakota could run with me off-leash. I have always wanted to run with her.
So I cleaned up the kitchen, took out the trash and took myself out, too. I walked to the top of the driveway. I turned left and ran until it got too dark to see. Dakota followed. Then I turned around and ran the other direction. Dakota got the hint. She raced alongside me. I giggled. The end of the road on this side got brighter as we headed towards the lamp post. It gave us enough light to see a black, funnel-shaped puddle near the end. I leapt over the skinny part because I dislike wet feet. Dakota jumped straight in and rolled her ball in it. I laughed. To each her own.
We ran back and forth, back and forth on the road. I walked a bit. I guess I’m trying out intuitive running. The streetlights shone down. A young man walked by above us, hood up and burdened with a large pack. He shot us a half smile as we ran by.
I didn’t run long. Maybe put in a little over a mile. I walked back down the driveway and spotted a star twinkling in the east. It wasn’t the sign of a newborn heavenly king but it gave me hope nonetheless.