Time to Get the Hiking Boots Out

Happy Easter to you all and may something motivate and inspire you today. After all spring is the time when wonderful new ideas flood your head when you least expect it – or simply while salvaging the old hiking boots out of a closet. Hiking bootsand skipping along with crickets, what could be finer? For now, the snow is still piled up to my knees. But when the sun hits Marquette and starts melting down the white stuff, Buttercup and I will brave the trail once again behind our house. To give you a little idea on what we are facing read on…

Glancing over my shoulder, I see little Buttercup struggling out of the deep boot prints I leave behind. Watching my every step and against her better judgment, she follows me, slowly and laboriously. However, much too soon she stops dead in MY tracks, turning the coin instantly – smiling (yes, a yorkie hound can smile) and I must labor back retracing my steps one at a time.

Try matching up a right foot ditch with your left foot, this is not an easy exercise – kind of like climbing a 4 story building in a matter of seconds – then lifting her ten pounds (Buttercup’s) – which felt like a hundred -up and over my shoulder. I tell you, this is a pure cardio-workout (or pure nuts). Finally, after two stair-climbing hours (saves me the cost of a stepper exercise machine) I am relieved to make it back to the house. Buttercup doesn’t care too much – she enjoyed an easy ride. Yet, it felt great. We’d actually beat nature on hiking boots. What a relief after fleeing winter for so long.

I cant wait to be out there again, on the trail behind our house, getting my heart pumped up, watching Buttercup amidst a sea of glittering white, watching it melt away drop by drop. Spring is here to stay.

Now it won’t be long until we can go for an actual hike or run, and yeah – hurray – on solid ground. Buttercup chasing chipmunks, me chasing crickets and stepping up to the rhythm in my ears, never catching anything:)

Here is a wonderful poem I just had to re-post here.

A Runner’s Poem

Author: David Estrada, Murrieta, Calif.
The questions are simple, the day may be not,
or is perspective to see what you’ve got?
I see a cloud, a gust and some rain.
Her tail wags, “showers make puddles and puddles mean play!”
I’m tired, it’s dark, and the pizza’s been ordered.
She waited all day, her gaze says to me,
“a run would be better, a time to unwind.”
The street lights are beacons, and she is my drive.
Dash off the fatigue…We have found our stride!
We run to stay fit.
Our ipods have wings.
Inspired by movement and the reward that it brings.
So when I forget and want the day to be done,
I see Abbey’s perspective, her’s is to run.

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