Tuesday, April 27, 2010

running rapaki


Autumnal blur. The poplar leaves are falling bright yellow and temporarily taking over where the sun left off.
I love the wind. I love to rug up and venture outside and trot like a goat up small mountains. I have a knack for making the people that love me the most, concerned for my well being and worry that I will get blown off said small mountains. But nothing will stop me within reason. 
Heavily pregnant and dressed like the Michelin man, I would stomp these slopes sometimes almost at 45 degree angles in hail and thunderstorms. The more extreme the weather, the more enticing it is. It is exhilarating to run around these parts when its sleeting or covered in snow. 
My thoughts are different when I run up here. Less trivial. I feel closer to some aspect of god, and to my own sense of fragility. I iron out the big stuff, love and loss. It is as if I have a 'google earth' perspective and I can clearly see which life's path to take at a particular cross road to get me closer to where I need to be. I write mental letters to the people I love and talk to people that are no longer alive. I grapple, I struggle, I laugh and cry. 
I keep my momentum as I move through the thoughts in my head and the scenery that echos the words unspoken.
It's hard to know what to say when someone asks "how was your run?". I talk of the weather and how many other people I saw (if any) and what condition my body was in. But so much remains private and indescribable.
The boys sometimes look at me slightly puzzled (yes I am wet and bedraggled, probably stinky and thirsty too). At 5 and 3 years old they might not be sure of the purpose these runs serve, but at least they have some sense of the hours lapsed and the location. They have started asking me when they can come too. And my heart melts because I think they get it. They may be small boys now, but one day they will be testosterone filled teenagers and really fit and able. And they know this and already they want in on the physicality, the mystery, the satisfaction. 

After I finished my run, I came across my old friend Dog.
Dog is partially blind and prone to being defensive.
He is often waiting like this, for the next thing to happen, whatever it may be.
He was lying out in the wind and rain when he could of taken shelter.
He was putting the world to right and ironing out a few things too, I think.

3 comments:

simone said...

Thanks for these wonderful posts! Made my day! The hills are sooo good for the soul.

gretchen said...

oh cheer cher bro! and yes they are. especially at this time of the year. isn't autumn officially the most popular and favorite of all the seasons? everyone raves about autumn surely more than spring? The light moving north does fantastic things for our twilight hour at dusk. So its especially good to head up those hills around 4pm. stunning.

Deidre Robb said...

I love this Gretchen. Beautiful. You make me want to run. OK, walk really, really fast.