helium runner

  • Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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Sunday. A glacial blue sky and sharply defined edges. a day made for running. i run late and i run west toward the setting sun, the sky in front of me sheets of red and orange behind the trees. i pick up the pace because i know it will make a dramatic photo but before i can i am embraced by the trees. i zigzag downhill and around a pond but by the time i get to open ground the sun has dipped below the horizon and the sky has turned a dirty pink. disappointed i push on aware that it will  soon be dark, the ground beneath my five fingers is soft and my feet are fleet and light, i am the helium runner dancing over roots and mud. the sky quickly turns to inkwash, the trees become  sasquatch statues and the path no more than an idea. i turn for the road and run another two miles, passing the pond on the way home i alarm the ducks floating in the darkness.
7.2 in 55:07

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