It was going to be a fast, quiet run since it was already dusk. I hit the seawall -- and the detour gate. Okay, alright, another backwards run, no problem.
I liked new. I liked different. But for twenty years of running the seawall, I always ran counter-clockwise.
I hesitated. I fought the urge to turn around. Let it go. Welcome the change.
And a change it was.
The Girl in a Wetsuit statue looked like she was sitting on the edge of the seawall, and not in her usual resting place a hundred feet out in the water. The floating Chevron gas station appeared to be landlocked at the base of Chilco Street. And I had so many more people to say hello to because the cyclists all rode towards me on their one-way route.
I resisted the temptation to run on the right-hand side of the seawall, like I always did.
There were no usual landmarks to tell my body when to be tired.
Change awakened my brain.
Thoughts cleared. Insights appeared. Problems solved. Excitement grew, about, well, everything. Anything seemed possible.
I actually high-fived a maple leaf that reached out to me, like a spectator’s hand at the finish line of a marathon.
Was this “runner’s high”? Probably. Was this also the result of living life according to my heart? Absolutely.
I knew one thing. I wanted more.
Photo by: kennymatic