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With a lift in my step
10 July 2005 02:56 pmAs a child, I learned how to run. I ran a lot. I wasn't a good sprinter, but I could run. Especially around in circles. Or down and up the field. I bounded over rocks and along streams. I could move.
In my teens, I learned how to hike. I walked everywhere -- a mile to school each way, miles after school exploring the city, bleeding off restlessness. Through Shenandoah woods and up and down mountains. I could go somewhere. Sometimes I could even tire myself enough I'd fall asleep in under an hour.
In my 20s, I learned how to pace -- a jagged, rapid lope. I was an awkward and rangy young man. I could get where I was going, wherever that was.
Now, in my 30s, I've learned how to stride. The confidence is no longer faked, at least as not as often. I can go places.
Maybe in my 40s, I'll learn how to walk.
---L.
In my teens, I learned how to hike. I walked everywhere -- a mile to school each way, miles after school exploring the city, bleeding off restlessness. Through Shenandoah woods and up and down mountains. I could go somewhere. Sometimes I could even tire myself enough I'd fall asleep in under an hour.
In my 20s, I learned how to pace -- a jagged, rapid lope. I was an awkward and rangy young man. I could get where I was going, wherever that was.
Now, in my 30s, I've learned how to stride. The confidence is no longer faked, at least as not as often. I can go places.
Maybe in my 40s, I'll learn how to walk.
---L.