I feel like the universe gave something back to me, just for going out jogging this morning when I still have a sore ankle and blisters on both feet from Saturday night. It wasn’t actually really painful – a little stiff as my muscles woke up, and the blister on my little toe was a little ouchy… but nothing unreasonable. I went up to Black Kettle, then down to the other end of English River, and came all the way around the loop. It took me something like twenty minutes.
Maybe thirty seconds after I left the front door, this tiny, viciously yapping black and white chihuahua started chasing me. After a brief (very brief) start of alarm, that a dog was chasing me and barking at me, I realized it was the funniest thing ever. I think it was a chihuahua puppy, it was so tiny! “You should go home,” I told it. “Where is your home? You’re going to get yourself hurt, running around out here.” It circled me up onto the opposite lawn, then headed back across the street and peed excitedly in one of the yards – in the direction from which it had originally come. “Stay there,” I said. “You’re supposed to be peeing.” I kept jogging, looking back to make sure it was still in the yard – and had second thoughts about maybe knocking on the door and letting someone know there was this tiny puppy running around outside. But then a girl came out of the front door and headed straight for it, so I went on with my run.
It was so funny. I do remember wondering how much damage a dog that tiny could do to me, if it really tried. Um. My sweat pants are pretty thick. :P
I saw a huge bluejay, and pretty black birds that scattered away from their feeder as I approached. And there was a deep orange-colored butterfly that whooshed around me for a few seconds, and there were billowing dark clouds coming over the horizon. (I’m lucky I decided to go when I did, or the rain might have pre-empted me.) And from the last corner on down back to the house, I ran – me, I really ran! I ran all that way. Megan, who can’t run to save her life, I ran that whole way. And… this is crazy… it was wonderful. I wanted to move faster and faster. My legs kept doing just what I told them to. I didn’t hurt, I didn’t fall – I was breathing hard – but the breeze was great and it just got better and better all the way to the house.
I didn’t really want to stop when I did, but I figured, with a sore ankle, and blisters, and several weeks of foregoing exercise… I’d better not push my luck.
It’s a great day, and it’s barely 8:30am!
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