Writing this about 8 hours after my run. I wonder what I remember? 2 trips to the state fair + 2 trips to Rochester (70 minute drive) made it difficult to run a lot this week.
10 Things I Remember
- the coxswains, both male and female, calling out to their rowers
- a pack of runners taking over the paved path
- a dog somewhere down below, near where I was entering the Winchell Trail — I didn’t see them, but heard the pounding of their paws, the jingling of their collar
- 2 male voice below me — were they on the water in a boat or by the shore? I never found out
- the trickle of the sewer pipe at 44th
- the blue river — did it sparkle? I can’t remember
- hearing the rower below me and trying to find a spot in between trees to see their boats
- a leaning tree before 38th
- the dirt trail below the mesa is overgrown…at one point, the sunflowers have reclaimed the path
- 2 people standing by the information sign in the oak savanna, both wearing shorts, looking like they were planning to hike or run
Still playing around with a poem about the sparkle a swimmer’s body makes on the water. Here’s a draft that I haven’t broken into lines yet. I feel like I’m getting closer, but I’m not quite there:
Hands slice through water, ripples catch light, sun surface swimmers converge into chorus. See how their notes of shimmer & shine greet and guide you. Every point of contact between shoulder and lake and light, an over here, this way, you are not alone. Can you feel how your body sings this same song to others?