Stubborn CJ barely breaks a trot. Sniff, pee. Pounce lizard. Lie down. Like dragging a cinderblock on a leash. He runs if the path is wide and clear; narrow, rocky, steep, brambly—no go. His legs are moving but his heart ain’t in it.
Today we walk—notice, incubate. I require running’s kinesthetics: body-creativity connection charged with rhythm of faster footfall, full bellows of breath—precursor to language. Are you waiting for work conditions to be ideal? My husband says. Ouch. My constant challenge: give in to the erratic metronome of life, ignore the insistent clock. Take the next step.
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