march 24/RUN

3.85 miles
river road, north/south
38 degrees

Ran just after noon today. Sunny and warm. My legs felt a little sore, but the rest of me was loving this spring weather. Right before I went out, I read this poem and gave myself an assignment:

Thaw/ Edward Thomas

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.

Thaw as the theme for my running today. How many instances of it can I encounter?

10+ Thawed Things

  1. water dripping down the sewer, a fast flurry of drips, sounding like glitter looks
  2. sandy grit on the edge of trail, left behind by the melted snow
  3. also remaining after the snow melted: mulched-up leaves, small, brittle twigs
  4. mud!, part 1: thick and wet and milk chocolate brown, ruts from a vehicle’s tires running through it
  5. mud!, part 2: sloppy, mixed with decomposing leaves, covering the walking path
  6. bare, dark brown dirt at the edge of someone’s yard
  7. water gushing down the ravine
  8. less layers = 1 pair of running tights, 1 running shirt, 1 running vest, no gloves, no buff, no winter cap
  9. a quick flash of an earthy smell
  10. puddles — none of them too deep or covering the entire path
  11. a class — elementary school kids? — near the trestle. It’s warm enough for spring field trips!
  12. the walking path — was able to run on more of it, and less of the bike path, today
  13. a runner in shorts