Saturday, June 15, 2013
A foot raised slightly upwards
Then my shin forward and thigh downwards
My sole makes contact with the asphalt, first the tip and gradually
the arc, then ever so teasingly, tickle the heel.
A step in front.
Replicate action for other leg.
Another step.
My body moves in tandem with my steps. Right foot, torso swerve right, left arm swing forward and cuts right across chest.
The steps become more fluid. Moving was all that mattered, more action less thinking, its instinctive.
Breaths are deep but still through the nostrils.
The gap between strides widen.
My muscle fibres tighten and stretch, a pleasing feeling.
The tarmac feels like powder as I glide down the jogging path.
The air was still but I made it move again.
The evening rays sifts through the dense vegetation lining the path.
Spots of orange-red flicker, doing a brief dance on my skin before vanishing.
The whole path seems to be a Pointillism style painting.
My soles, they feel warm.
The still air in front is punctured.
The wind caresses my cheeks and plays wildly with my hair.
I seem to be breathing my own warm breath again.
My hands are still half clenched as I feel the hair on my knuckles bristle.
Its a great feeling!
My breaths get deeper and faster but I continue down the path.
signing out.
Call Of The Wild at 8:04 PM