Hop, skip, jump, stutter step, wings out, flight! Knees bent for soft landing and then ever forward. "He's running," a father tells his awestruck son. Indeed I was.
I had gone to the woods to expel my demons. A windy but temperate Sunday afternoon made for a perfect trail run at Pine Grove and the Ledges trails.
I had come here after work last week, but the park closed at dusk and park rangers patrolled the area, and so I took to whistling in the dark elsewhere.
Good thing I ran the Ledges in the daylight. Pointy rocks and high roots clutter the beaten path, nary a flat place anywhere to place a step. All the more fun to fly.
The pleasant day made the parks a popular place for families and couples to take a stroll. I refused to let the crowd slow me down.
It's funny how a 12-minute per mile pace seems wicked fast on wicked terrain.