There have been a lot of ‘big’ posts recently, but here is a little one. A little story about how the forces of Nature can work with you in daily life to make your life a little better.
I often go out running at lunch time. My work is flexible enough to allow it, and the environment has a number of different terrains so that I can plot a suitable route to match the time I have or the run I want to do. This day I wanted to do a shorter run, just a gentle stroll after the previous day’s hard run to get myself in the habit of going out running regularly, and to prepare myself for a forthcoming 10k run in December.
I got into a short-sleeved top and light leggings. Although the air was cold the sky was blue and the sun was at its midday height. Lovely – perfect conditions. I set off on my smaller route at a comfortable pace. At one point I passed a fellow runner and complimented him on his economical style.
I just turned a corner, increasing my pace as I was relaxing now, and remembering to bring my legs up higher. I looked up at the sky ahead. It was a wall of dark grey in the middle distance. Wintry rain and sleet, I reckoned. The kind of rainfall that gives people in short sleeves a short sharp shock to the system and which can lead to an illness pretty quickly.
I thought about the route ahead which might eventually collide with the cloud front. Did I want to go that way, I asked? Silence. Then I thought about the alternative route – a quick and straight job back down the main road – noisy but direct. At that moment a hawk which I couldn’t see made a familiar quick sharp cry. A sign! I had my answer!
I ran back the short route watching the cloud all the way back. It seemed that I was running in a patch of blue sky above – had I made the wrong decision? Could I have carried on without getting rained on? I debated this all the way back to the office. However, I also thought about the consequences if the hawk’s cry had been the correct sign to follow. I decided to play it safe and to send the hawk some energy – offering it strength and a keen eye on its winter hunting missions. That seemed a fair exchange.
I turned into the covered archway leading to the company’s offices, and slowed my pace to a walk. At that moment the clouds arrived overhead and began to throw down sleet and wetness in large quantities. I ducked into the office quickly. Perfect timing! The hawk had been right. Thanks!