Tuesday, December 18, 2018

In-body experience

When unseasonably good weather beckoned Saturday, I went for a trail run and had an epiphany. That epiphany came after a fair amount of complaining from assorted muscles and joints that hadn't been tasked with running lately.

"You want us to what? Where?" they seemed to protest.

Once their (my?) exertions had brought me (us?) higher, the epiphany dawned: I love being on ridge tops. Breathtaking views in multiple directions; mild, vertiginous thrills; pleasantly rolling terrain neither climbing nor descending too steeply; the overall sense of one's labor having paid off, its fruits ready to be enjoyed for a while, uninterrupted. A variation of Robert Frost comes to mind: Something there is that doesn't love a ridge.


  1. You have such a way with words. Tangible accomplishments really are satisfying. Even without the running, I love a good vista myself. It seems fitting as the year ends to think of vistas. A larger view is often in order.

  2. I love how you gave voice(voices) to your muscles. Sometimes they have a voice of their own.

  3. Happily, Frosted & Rozinsked we are!
    !on nuR & !gnitirw taerG. !gnilims peeK