I’ll jump in here on the daily Perfect Moments. Day 4 found me running on South Mountain, a rugged desert park in Arizona.
My regular route is about 5 miles, out along a gnarly dirt path and up along a ridge peppered with saguaro and rattlesnakes … they both bite.
At about 1 ½ miles, I swing by an arch with petroglyphs etched into the rock by a tribe called Hohokam. The images look like stick figures and paisleys. Not sure what they originally meant, but I take them to be “Go girl, run hard.”
Today, as I climbed up to a saddle before turning into a steep climb up the ridge, I came in behind a little girl, maybe about 6, hiking with two women. As she rose up out of a little dip in the path and got her first look at the city to the north of us, I heard her ask, “What is that place?” “Phoenix,” her mom replied.
Sometimes it’s easy to rush a run, or get lost in my own thoughts. But the sound of awe in her voice ...
made me think that her little legs had taken her about 2 miles through the desert, past the same cactus, keeping an eye out for snakes and lizards and she’d arrived at this magical view of a city she usually sees from the back seat of a car. You go girl.
About 30 minutes later, near the end of my run, I saw a very different kid experience. A father was walking along the path with two little boys, maybe 3 and 5. The younger one was a little trooper, throwing his legs in front of himself, striding up the path. The older was not in awe at all. “I quit,” he declared as I went by and right before dropping to the ground. When I glanced back, little brother was bouncing back to see what was wrong and dad was squatting down to summon up his best Vince Lombardi.
Perfect too in its own way.