When the weather turned to spring today, and after family had been fed, I took Tucker out for his evening walk. Feeling heavy from a long and cold winter, the two of us took off down the road, him frantic for pee spots. Me getting jerked along. You just can’t get a proper runners pace when a dog is stopping every 30 seconds, so I just decided to follow him. Whatever he was doing, I would let him. The first part of the walk remained jerky until he did his big business, then he kind of let me set the pace. It was just a slow jog, but both feet would be off the ground, so I felt the benefit of muscles working.
Runners mind is a great time for reflecting, and so I did. I thought back to earlier in the day when I watched the children at the playground after school. I remembered the feeling of being a kid at a playground, having a sense of freedom and independence, recognizing the heirarchy of the personalities present. Today a group of kids pulled me right into their swinging game, and I played along. I allowed them their ownership of the space and they felt that. I was just a human, playing. One girl was walking along, paying attention to only herself, balancing a water bottle on her shoulder. I remembered the importance of being with oneself during an important task.
As I was running along, it occurred to me that I wasn’t pacing myself, I wasn’t counting my breaths (in 2,3,4 out 2,3,4), I wasn’t trying to be a runner at all. I was just running with my dog. Not feeling disappointed that I was stopped for the 28th pee. Just out in the world, enjoying spring, loving my body for where it is, running just because I want to.