Hi. I just wanted to introduce myself as a new participant on Share The Run. I’m so happy to be here, but there is an irony to my participation.
My name is Wendy and i am not a runner. Therein lies the irony. In fact, I’ve been blogging about being not a runner for a bit more than a year now on the blog I maintain for work.
These days I am barefoot when I am being not a runner, having embarked on this truly great way of moving ’round about March of this year. Since then I have only run barefoot and have been simply loving it and all the benefits it provides me.
My life is not full of adventure. It is gloriously and intentionally mundane. I will share that with you from time to time. For now, by way of further introduction, I will repost the July 11th blog entry from that other blog address. It is the tale of a run that was not.
July 11, 2010
I headed out for a short run this afternoon. A day full of household chores, on-line procrastination and paperwork demanded a physical relief in the beautiful outdoors.
Barefoot, of course.
I loved the light rain – refreshing and invigorating – and running in road ruts where puddles had collected, a satisfying splash with each step. I didn’t like how heavy my body felt at this time of day and so it was a physical tussle for me. Gravitational forces stronger than other bits of wonderous nature. I didn’t like how much vehicle traffic there was, forcing me off side or to run with instead of into traffic.
I made it to my turnaround point and about half way back. Then I stopped running. I walked and really started to enjoy myself.
The rain continued to fall, light and windless. I picked Black-Eyed Susans, which I would have called rudbeckia in the days when I was immersed in peat and vermiculite and seeds and compost, and white Marsh Mallows blushing light lavender hues. Large swaths of St. John’s Wort and clouds of Fleabane filled ditches; strong graceful stands of Queen Anne’s Lace. Strangles of Crown Fetch winding through Clover, ground-hugging Eyebright, Butter and Eggs amidst the grass.
The run was a bust but the walk was just what I needed.
You can’t always have what you want, but if you try sometime you find you get what you need.