3.25 miles
turkey hollow loop
72 degrees
A later start on a Saturday. Decided to avoid the crowds by running on edmund to turkey hollow instead. Everything is drying out from the morning rain. Nothing is that wet, but there’s mud and moisture. The run felt hard when I started — hot — but it got easier the longer I went. It felt good to push through when I wanted to stop and walk about 20 minutes in.
10 Things I Noticed
- a turkey! — not in turkey hollow, but near beckettwood, not too far from the spot where Scott and I saw the eagle a few weeks ago
- running parallel to another runner — I was on the dirt trail in the grassy boulevard, they were across the river road on the trail. Not totally consciously, I sped up to distance myself from the distraction of their constant presence in my peripheral vision
- wore my older running shoes because of the mud. When I started, it felt like my feel were striking the pavement directly: no cushion
- screeching blue jays, whirring (?) cardinals
- rushing wind through the trees
- my jagged breathing and flushed face
- squishy mud near minnehaha academy
- some kids playing in a front yard, screaming (in delight?) as I ran by
- a motorized scooter passing me, then turning around in the Dowling Elementary parking lot — did they go the wrong way? were they confused by the construction on 38th?
- almost forgot the honking geese, but remembered when I added “Above, the Geese” to this entry. Not sure how many there were or how high in the sky, but their honking made me curious: are they heading north now?
I never got close enough to see the river or hear if there were any rowers. No bikes or roller skiers or overheard conversations. I prefer to run earlier, when it’s cooler and less crowded, but it was okay today.
Above, the Geese/ Gillian Sze
Watch as winter’s footman scurries off,
the winged spring melt rushing beneath long plates of ice.
Look at the water
pregnant with twigs and lost coins.
Where the trunk meets the ground—this snow is the first to go.
A tree carries its warmth through the winter,each one a point de capiton
around which footprints stitch themselves.For an instant—all is convinced
before moonlight kneels, as it does,to cast each day away.