One foot in front of the other on the well-worn path

Nothing speeds you up like a narrow path.

That’s what I decided yesterday when I was moping about taking more time than was necessary and never getting anything done and procrastinating and, well, feeling generally sorry for myself. It was a nice day, so I headed out the door for a run. Another delaying tactic, for sure.

Now, I am no speedster. No marathoner either. Pretty much a plodder these days. When I hit the streets or the sidewalks I pretty much shuffle along. I don’t measure my pace in terms of minutes per mile or miles per hour.  It’s more of a how-long-can-you-go before-walking kind of thing.

The narrow pathBut along yesterday’s run I was feeling pretty good …and then the sidewalk ended. I had to choose: turn back, run in the street or take the well-worn path through the grass ahead. It was clear what other folks had chosen. So I did.

Onto the dirt path I went. It was dusty but quite flat. Really no different from the sidewalk except that it was narrow. Too narrow for my shuffle. It forced me to put one foot completely in front of the other. And all of a sudden I was fast. Well, faster.

Go figure. Putting one in front of the other on the narrow path made me faster. The truth of that promise smacked me straight in the face. But I kept running. Running and thinking:

  • The narrow path forced me forward.
  • The narrow path disallowed my slovenly foot next to foot shuffle.
  • The narrow path didn’t allow U-turns because I had passed my exit or missed my cue.
  • The narrow path squelched the desire to switch lanes to get past the slow person in front of me.

There were no other lanes. Just mine. And there was only room for one runner. Me. The way ahead was clear. It was mostly straight with slight deviations for grassy mounds, a storm drain and a muddy spot created by some invading cyclists. I could tell by the evidence in the tread marks. 

Others had come this way before me. Created this path. Run it alone, as I was. They’ll never know my thanks, but in that moment I thanked them.

the narrow way widensFunny, when I got to the corner, the path made a right turn onto a wide asphalt trail that snuggled up to the road. That asphalt didn’t seem so inviting. So I turned back, toward home. Along the same path. You can run it in both directions.

On the way back I was faster.

Then, wouldn’t you know, when I returned to my keyboard the writing came easily? The narrow path is a marvelous facilitator. I wonder why I spend so much time avoiding it?

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on May 4, 2013, in Body, In Action and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Mary Anne Noland

    The sermons always came easier for Jim after a run. I always thought he was pounding ‘problems’ into the pavement. I won’t mention names.

    • Jim always seemed such a gentle soul. I guess we had his running to thank for that. Glad you didn’t mention any names. 🙂

      On this day, my run did leave me astounded that something that confined me impelled me. A KC moment for sure.

      Hope Jim has found a new “running” stride these days – since problems do have a way of exerting themselves. And thanks for reading and writing.

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