Two painted turtles wait, still as the log beneath them, alert as the sun overhead, watching with one eye. Across the water rises a steady striking, a single snare drum, loud enough to move freshly fallen leaves. Sound takes form and glides above the ground, as if searching for a home. Holding steady then, braving percussion and [...]
Posts Tagged ‘running’
In the balance
Posted in Running, tagged Indiana, Nature, running, Trail running, Westwood Park on October 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Hollow
Posted in Running, tagged church, dreams, Indiana, Nature, RAIN, Relationships, running, Tecumseh Trail Marathon, Westwood Park on October 21, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
“It leaves you feeling hollow inside,” he said. He understands. The conversation occurred a few days ago as a friend and I discussed the frustration of injuries, especially those that come after a long period of training for a specific event, such as a marathon. He could empathize with my recent knee problem, not just [...]
A knee to the gut
Posted in road bike, Running, tagged bicycle, Cycling, Indiana, Marathon, road bike, running on October 2, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The postcard lies on a counter in my office. Purchased as inspiration, it’s now a reminder of something lost. I didn’t run the Wabash Heritage Trail Marathon today. Pain and instability in my left knee — proof that no good deed goes unpunished — made running that distance impractical. Then again, for the past several [...]
Miles apart
Posted in Running, tagged running, Trail running, Westwood Park on September 1, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
A great blue heron rises to the right, just off a corner of Bridge 2. My peripheral vision catches the motion, a blur of gray, but I don’t turn to look. Every bit of energy goes into what’s left of this run, less than 600 meters to the end, but with two final climbs. I [...]
Digging
Posted in Running, tagged Indiana, Knightstown, running, U.S. 40 on February 12, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
There’s blue lettering on the pavement, just after the turn onto Brown Street. Boxed into a myriad of broken lines is a single word. Dig. I’m five miles into the run when I discover that instruction on the blacktop, like a message for someone in need. But there is no reason for me to dig [...]
The art of survival
Posted in Haiku, Running, tagged Haiku, Indiana, Nature, running, Westwood Park on January 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Wingtips and talons leave messages on fresh snow, like Asian brush strokes. Passing over a myriad of footprints left by man and deer and raccoons, I outrun the hikers and move away from the tracks of forest dwellers, until I’m breaking trail through ankle-deep snow. There’s a stillness here, a cleanness, as if the last [...]
Drifting thoughts
Posted in Running, tagged running on January 15, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
There are the first thoughts of Boston here, where wind bullies the snow, pushing its nose into the ditch, leaving it where it falls on the side of the road. Even though it’s only a mile across the square, I’ve not been on 625 West in years — not on foot, not in winter, not [...]
A proper medicine
Posted in Running, tagged Indiana, Nature, running, Trail running, Westwood Park on January 9, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The geese talk, conversations like popcorn. Five hundred kernels. Maybe a thousand. I’ve covered more than eight miles of trails, running in snow marked by half a dozen hikers and a single set of mountain bike tracks. The wind is calm, yet the chill deepens slightly as silhouetted treetops begin to dissect the sun. In [...]
Winter’s mark
Posted in Running, tagged Indiana, Nature, running, Trail running, Westwood Park on January 2, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The lake speaks, the language of early January. Extraterrestrial chatter rises beyond the trees to my left. It’s a voice seldom heard, and today I am not in a hurry. Working my way through the brush, I duck under branches and past spindly arms that snag my jacket with sharp, triangular-shaped claws. Once out of [...]
As Friday fades
Posted in Running, tagged Big Blue River, Indiana, running on December 31, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Dusk approaches, painting the afternoon in monochromes. Everything grays. Teasel, clustering on the far side of the Big Blue River, rising to the sky while pointing to the ground. A sycamore tree, standing with hunched shoulders over the bank, recalling an iron bridge that once stood in this place. Water, scurrying past, understanding nothing but the [...]
