The tortoise and the hare

I was running along this dirt path, minding my own business when I heard something coming up behind me. I looked over my shoulder in fear of seeing a dog. You know, the kind whose owner says: 'Don't worry he doesn't bite!' but the dog obviously missed the memo.

At first glance my fears appeared justified but when the creature came closer it turned about to be a big cat. And then when it got even closer I thought: 'Aaah... it's a little deer!'

But then it came even closer and it turned out to be this monstrously big hare. The hare and me, we looked each other in the eye, in a silent dare who was more scared. I won! The hare turned around first and ran off.

Once again the tortoise beat the hare.

There I am!

Due to summer vacation there's not much left of life as I know it. It's as if a bomb has gone off, blowing all my comforting structures and routines to smithereens. And it's left me stumbling around looking for clues, and most of all: myself.

So the first thing I do every morning is go out for a run.

It never fails: I always manage to find myself somewhere along the road. Then we talk for a while, and we go home together. Ready to face a new day, feeling healthy and strong.

Kiss and ride

As I was running along, I passed a school and saw this sign!
If only it read 'Kiss and run'!

(Halen = picking up, Brengen = dropping off)

The silence of the geese

When I go out for my Thursday morning run I always have to pass this big cage with two geese. The cage is huge, and has two big wheels, so the owner can easily move the geese around. Unfortunately on Thursday mornings they are standing beside the bike path, and I don't think they like me.

Every Thursday as I'm nearing the cage I feel this prickling of anxiety about what they're gonna do this time. Because as I run by, they always open their beaks and hiss violently at me. And did you know geese have really long tongues? I do! Because their beaks open so wide hissing at me, I can actually see their tonsils. They really freak me out.

Don't they know I'm just an innocent runner, running about my own business? What's with the vicious hissing? Do they perhaps recognize me, from another lifetime? A lifetime that has me featured with a big chopping knife killing geese left and right?

But this Thursday something odd happened: they didn't hiss at me. All that greeted me was the silence of the geese.

Maybe they've gotten to know me, and decided I'm not that bad. After all, all I do is run past them. So even though the saying goes 'familiarity breeds contempt', it can also breed silence.

In a way the geese symbolize my attitude to running. I used to throw a hissy fit if someone suggested I go out for a run. How sporty did they think I was? If I ever felt like running, I quickly lay down until the urge had passed. Even now, that I've come to love running, when I start out my mind and body hiss violently.

But in the end, they, like the geese, fall silent.