It started out like any Sunday, it was warm and humid. I always look forward to going out on the trails, I have worked up to doing a walk/run of four miles. I walk up one mile then run back a mile then walk up the third mile and walk back the fourth. I have been happy with this because only a short while ago I couldn’t even run the triangular turn-about at the end of the mile. The first time I tried to run around the little triangle patch of grass the back of my legs cramped and I felt sure I could never run. I would just walk at the end of the pack. Then one day something happened and I ran one mile and walked three, then I ran two and walked two. This has been the pattern.
Last Sunday the pattern broke. I was not planning it, I did not even think about doing it. I started my normal first mile walk. I looked out into the forest enjoying the stillness, taking in the forest air and then I got the urge to run. I don’t know where that thought came from it was just there so I started to run. I ran the first mile then I ran back the second mile, walked back the third mile and ran the fourth mile. Albeit, it was not a speedy run but it was a run. I had run three miles!!! For me that was an accomplishment and I felt astonished that I did it.
Sitting on the little green bench after the walk/run and cooling down, I felt a moment. I felt happiness.
