A Rumored City

Run Through the Jungle (or Cornfields)

It's after midnight. I'm running on a narrow, unpaved country road, surrounded by cornfields. Although it's late August but the Wisconsin air has a definite autumnal hue to it. The night is very dark and the wind that had blown strongly earlier has died down. I haven't seen such a profusion of stars since I was at sea. Where is the moon? The only sound is the light patter of my running shoes and the occasional, alarming rustle in the adjoining cornfield. 

My breath flows in great moist clouds and I feel utterly relaxed even though I'm putting in a great physical effort. This is the time for reflection and soul-searching. I switch off the music (Hazards of Love isn't a very good soundtrack for a lonely Wisconsin road) and concentrate on my thoughts, but mindful of any pitfalls illuminated by the solitary miner's lamp around my head.

This is how it is on the second leg of the Ragnar Relay Great River Race, with your heart thumping away, and not another soul in sight.

Posted at 02:50PM Aug 24, 2009 by Horatio in General  |  Comments[0]