I'm so out of shape, it's awful. Tonight I ran; I ran by the trail next to the field. Then I cut across through the woods after I saw this beautiful misty fog down through the trees. It was amazing, something from a movie. It was getting dark and we have coyotes near our house. So as the sun, behind the gloomy clouds, set further and further, my eyes wandered more and more, looking for preditors. *spooky music begins*
The only unpeaceful thing about my whole evening was my music. I had my walkman and was playing some upbeat stuff: Destiny's Child, 50 cent, Chinggy... you know, stuff that made me wanna dance. After I came out of the woods into the next field I realized something. I had this whole field to do whatever I wanted in, we don't own it, but I felt like I did. I had my old adidas shoes with black stripes on... they're from like 7th grade, but they're so broke in and comfy. The field was covered in mud and some ice and snow yet. So I ran, through the fog, over the ice.
I danced like a maniac on the ice. It was so fun, so fulfilling. It was great just being alone. I really can't dance, my legs really don't know where to go, my arms don't have enough coordination to move gracefully or anything. So, picture this silly girl with short, curly hair running through a field, a field of mud and wet. A silly girl who can't dance, listening to 50 cent, tryin' to get her groove on, on the ice. I'm sure that paints a pretty picture *cough cough*
The closest neighbors were fairly far off, and hopefully they don't own binoculars. I want to do it again tomorrow. I really need to get in shape. I'm suppsed to be at my friend's place at 8 tomorrow morning (it's a 20 minute drive) to go jogging. Hahaha, that's pretty funny... maybe I'll drag my lazy ass out of bed; I really should, we'll see. But if I do, it'll be nothing like tonight. Nothing like that feeling that comes over you; knowing God cares about you, knowing he's always there for you. It makes everything else in life worth it; running through the sloppy fields, listening to Chinggy, being a stupid freak, enjoying life.
I think this is how it's supposed to be. I think God has a sense of humour. I'm really happy that I live in the country. It makes me feel so fulfilled, so complete, so amazingly real. Someday I want to live in a big city, like Chicago, but I think I'll always enjoy coming home to the fresh air and all the animals, and even all the deer ticks... well maybe not the last one; they really like me though; I had three of them on me tonight, that I've found, so far.
I just thought of something, do you think that there were deer ticks that carried lymes, in the Garden of Eden, or do you think that was part of the curse after man sinned? Interesting thought.
Anyway, I'm just a freak, a freak that attmepts to dance on ice in mud covered fields; just a freak who runs through muddy fields having the time of her life, hoping that the neighbors aren't looking. But really, I think God has a sense of humour, He must
--Sarah
