With no real plan and beautiful weather calling me, I let my feet take me where they wanted. I ran through River Oaks, winding through the manicured, mansioned-lined streets for an hour. It was just me and the gardeners and an occasional bee-stung woman in a Porsche - or some other car I'd never drive. I'm just not that good at the car thing.
Sidewalk repair forced me to be ginger at times, tip-toeing and stretching my stride, taking care not to trip on stray bricks as a xylophone played some tune I don't know through my MP3 player. The song showed up on my playlist one day after I moved some music around, trying to learn how the device works. That was months ago. I've heard that song dozens of times and it sounds new each time. I still don't really know how the player works, either.
Today the sun won the match fought with the winter chill. Although it was only 48 degrees, it felt closer to 60 and it seemed as if spring was pulling at me to stay outside just a little longer. I kept moving, not wanting to end my run. I saw a robin, but she was laying dead on the sidewalk. She looked colder than I felt.
Fatigue continues to be my running partner. It's not overbearing, or overwhelming. It runs next to me and when I kick off my shoes, it sits on the couch with me, asking if we can take a nap even before we take a shower.
It feels as if this shroud will lift if I don't wrap it around me. If I don't pull it close, it won't gain purchase. I'll allow myself rest, but I won't allow myself complete surrender. Yesterday I had a feeling that each day brings something extraordinary. It was more of an enlightenment. I think I'll go with that.
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