Maybe the sun will shine today
The clouds will roll away
Maybe I won’t be so afraid.
I will understand
Everything has its plan
— the prophet tweedy
And then, magically, you’re done with work for the week. No more hearbreak, no more political bickering, no more computer meltdowns on deadline for two blissful days. And Coach Amy has given you the day off from running, so there’s only one thing you could possibly do:
There are many things in life you will get tired of. But you will never, ever get tired of posing with saguaros.
Being the Master of the Phone Camera Timer, it clicks prematurely in a series of failures, a not-so-subtle metaphor for life. But it culminates in a magnificent portrait of runner and cactus merging in a way not at all reminiscent of the time a jumping cholla attacked you at Usery.
OK, the photo sucks, and that’s alright. Sometimes running sucks. And so does living. But you remember the old ultra axiom: It never always gets worse.
Life will go on. Tomorrow’s run will be better. The burrowing owls will peek out from their caves and go hunting. Humans will be kind to each other. Maybe you won’t be so afraid.
You wave goodbye to your saguaro friend and watch the sun as it clocks out behind Camelback.
Everything has its plan. On to the next adventure.
Always, on to the next adventure. Either way.
Always lovely to read your posts. I aspire to this level. I reckon if I lived a hundred lifetimes, and passed every literary labour known to man, I might finally ascend the mountain to find you sitting cross-legged on top, and you would say “not bad son, but did you bring any ice cream?”
i blame ernie the wonder dog.