Running. With Rain.

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56° F.  Rain spitting on the windshield.
The convoy rolls out to Mianus River for a trail run.
Zeke sighs as he curls in the backseat.  Anya settles in the trunk.
The Wolfpack is draggin’.
Their leader rides the slow lane on I-95 thinking about the benefits of a long walk on his joints.
99 days. 3 months + since your last trail run. What a lazy a**.

Rain stops.  Clouds hang low.
We pass through the gate.
The Park is empty but for a fisherman making his way upstream.
Both dogs pull on the leashes. A sharp tug gets them to heal.
Wait! I’m not ready for this yet.

I look up.
A gold leaf canopy.
I look down.
A solid gold leaf carpet.
Someone is laying tracks.

Mile Marker 2.
Drizzle finds gaps in the canopy.  Zeke shudders to shake it off.
Rain? No. Voice whispers No.
We run up the hill and out into a clearing.
The rain stops.
Rain? No. Voice whispers No.

We run back into the woods under the cover of the canopy.
Intermittent rain falls again.
Rain? No. Voice whispers No.
Ah, yes. Thank you. Got it.

Toe bone connected to the foot bone
Foot bone connected to the heel bone

Heel bone connected to the Earth bone.
And my footfalls land on 1,000 trillion metric tons of Earth.
And shiver the rain from the giant deciduous trees.
Rain? No. Voice whispers No.

Mile Marker 4.
The clouds clear.
A deep blue outlines the golden canopy.
And here it comes, an el natural jolt of Red Bull.
I pick up the pace. The dogs race ahead.
The music player spins my 70’s playlist.
The random plays no longer random.
An invisible hand spinning the disks.
Three Dog Night lyrics are now shouting.:

Can you feel it?
Must be near it
Feels so good
Oh, it feels so good
Well, I’ve never been to heaven

I lift the dogs into the car.
The wind gusts shower giant golden maple leaves on the windshield.
I start the car and flip on the radio.
And there’s the hand again.
Counting Crows play Rain King.
Rain? No. Voice whispers No. Rain King.

Miles: 4.9 miles
Time Check: Nap Time.


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Comments

  1. Beautiful picture and description of your run. Good for you. Running in the rain or shine is a commitment! Connecting one step at a time, to the earth’s energy.

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  2. We, too, spent the afternoon outdoors, soaking up autumn’s gorgeous ambience, listening to the birds converse, watching squirrels supplement their cache of nuts, and generally thanking the heavens for permitting us to live in such a gorgeous little corner of the world. Now we’re settled in front of a crackling fire, enjoying a nice hearty red and reliving the day. Does it get any better?! Glad you got some fresh air in those lungs, pal. An elixir, no two ways about it….

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  3. “Follow the yellow brick road.” Beautiful!

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  4. No, Neil Diamond on the playlist? He sung about some rain drops 🙂 Dodging, tender droplets of drizzle kisses under canopy of gilded splendor and then breaking into the golden warmth of sunshine ….sounds kinda life affirming.

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  5. rain is a state of mind. (and shoes) love the pic.

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  6. Love the photo … and energy of your words!

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  7. David I loved this and shared with my g+ friends 🙂

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  8. I find myself taking lots of pics of yellows and red and oranges this time of year; I also love your commitment to running. Crushing the dried leaves underfoot is a wonderful sound, too…

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  9. Oh, just ducking the 100 day line. Fresh air is good for you. And drizzle clears the mind. Earth cleans the soul. And well behaving wolf pack is great company! Heaven.

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  10. Believe it or not, running in the rain is one of my favorite things to do. I love that fewer people are out and about, I love the earthy smell to the air, I love the sensation when it is over of dripping off the clothes and feeling completely refreshed 🙂

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  11. Nicely run!

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  12. I enjoyed going back to the Wolfpack post as it was before I started tagging along. Haven’t noticed the “King” being mentioned here in a long while. Now he’s the alpha, which makes me smile.

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  13. Reblogged this on sherriemiranda1 and commented:
    We were recently in the area I grew up in Upstate New York. I was trying to describe to my husband a time when I went horseback riding in the woods in the Fall, how the place seemed to glow. This picture captures it perfectly! I thought it was a painting at first. But no, it is what we call a “painterly photograph.” Thanks for sharing this AND the poem.
    Peace,
    Sherrie
    Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
    http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y
    Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too:

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  14. So far behind…here in Iowa the rain has turned to snow..Snow? No. Voice whispers No.

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  15. Thanks so much for sharing and for the kind words Lisa.

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