The hare and the tortoise(retold)

Lets set the stage now, shall we? Well for starters, we're not exactly talking about a hare here, its a rabbit. And the tortoise happens to be me. But the title still applies, because...well.. its my story and I get to say so!

While I was at the trail recently, over the weekend, I started off with a light jog just to get the juices flowing. It was rather early in the am...that time of dawn when the sun has just declared it a new day. All beings, big and small, awaken to accept the declaration...cardinals, sparrows, bluebirds, deer, plants, trees, shrubs...one and all. With my ipod on, I almost felt like the skies were singing, the sun was shining and the quiet of the dawn hours was soothing.

A few minutes later a little rabbit bounded out of the bushes. It waited till I was closer to where it stood and then frisked along in a dash a few yards ahead and over to the other side of the path. It again waited for me to catch up. Once I got closer, it made a dash this time over to the right side, again a few yards ahead and turned around expectantly. This went on for about 7-8 times with this little chit zigzagging across the path. I could almost see a smirk on its face and a tinge of mischief in its eyes. It was a game and I was roped in for good.

This went on till we reached an intersection with some heavy foot traffic. Off the rabbit went into the bushes again, looking back at me bidding a rabbit-y goodbye.

Nothing like a good game to make a run fun. And while we're on the topic of walks, trails, runs, hares, tortoises and I guess life as a whole...here's a fun quote I 'ran' into recently.


'A line is a dot that went for a walk' ~ Paul Klee(whoever he is/was, he sure had a sense of humor)