Still getting out frequently and doing the old left-right, although the experience has changed a bit over the years. Sometimes I still go back to the Bay Area and run-walk with my running peeps, but most days you'll find me run-walking in my West Sacramento neighborhood with a small black buddy. We're not the speediest pair, but we have our fun! This morning, before the heat set in, Charlie and I covered 1.42 miles. Woo hoo! I'm pushing her gradually to get up to two miles per outing. I'm ashamed to tell you that I love talking doggie baby talk with little Charlie--after all, she only weight 11 pounds, which is kind of baby-sized, right? If it takes talking about "walkies" and "sniffies" with her to give me incentive to get out the door, I'm in. Sometimes I sing little songs to Charlie when nobody else is around. Like the old favorite, D-d-d doggie, beautiful doggie, you're the only d-d-dogie I adore; When the m- moon shines over the cowshed...
Thursday morning my run from the house to the Bay brushed me up against both inertia of motion (the frenetic commute on I-80) and inertia of rest (the lake-like silence of the San Francisco Bay). 
I could feel both of these forces pulsing within me, coexisting, yin and yang, as I pushed body and mind into the dawning day. I realized one reason I run (one of about five million) is to try and find a balance between action and awareness, external motion and internal peace.
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