Chickens can run. I witnessed it myself today. A marine mate threw a half loaf of bread out and the chickens and their chicks ran, like a 50 yard dash towards the reward.
What a joy to see his expression and happiness in feeding the birds. Acknowledging the experience with the chickens.
In my life, I have witnessed a lot of running. My brother, Gord, of Gords Running Store, runs nearly every day in Calgary. I have run myself in pursuit of saying I did a 5k, 10k and a ½ marathon. He has done ultramarathons. This I don’t personally need, but I have enjoyed running and still do to a degree.
We all run. For example, you probably don’t think that cows run, but I’ve actually witnessed that they do. Several years ago, 2011 November, we landed a plane in an unexpected location. The cows ran from the plane at the latest possible moment.
Dogs too love to run. If they don’t they simply aren’t living fully. The dog I’m missing the most right now, encourages running. Charlie and I play chase. I throw the ball and he retrieves it, only to be chased by me in hopes of him giving it up. He does give it up when he sees that I;ve run enough. Dogs are smart that way.
Tonight I heard someone tell me that their legs seized up in the night because they hadn’t run in a week. Maybe there is something to that. All I know is that running is a part of our being. That said, perhaps I should run sometime soon, before I set sail. Or maybe not. My response to the legs seizing up, “there are enough steps on board that you can do step-ups enough that you will not experience cramps of any kind in the near future. Not only that, but I’ve walked miles this past few days provisioning the boat. It’s amazing how much you can haul when you need to.
Running is good. Ultimately, if you are moving your body, you are moving in the right direction. While I won’t be running any distances over the next little while aboard Blue Sky, I hope to be running a little more when I have Charlie back to play chase in July.