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I woke early that morning in Cullowhee, NC, before the sun had peeked through the mountains. The fog lazily sat in the mountains and blanketed the river. I was stretching on the weather worn wooden picnic table in my backyard. Today was my first attempt at morning workouts. My lungs expanded as I took in the fresh morning air. Rotating my neck and letting out one last stretch with my arms, I walked down the driveway noting that the only sounds were the birds chirping and the crunch of the rocks under my shoes. When I stepped on the pavement, I twisted my hair into a quick bun. The familiar process relaxed me, preparing me.
I started walking for five minutes then setting off on a steady jog for another five before reverting back to walking. “I am racing the Tucksagesee River and losing,” I thought with a laugh. I was halfway through the run when I felt a burning on my ankle. I quickly crossed the street and sat on the river’s edge seeing my ankles bleeding from the sneakers. I slipped out of my shoes tossing them to the side. I wiped the sweat off my head looking at the water where a Blue Heron stood.
It stood mighty and tall, not a worry in the world. I just watched until its massive wings opened catching the wind and taking flight. I walked back to my house in my socks, shoes in hand. I could not stop thinking about the bird. How effortlessly it flew away, every flap of its wings. What a thrill to fly, riding the wind like a surfboard on a wave. Birds do not need mechanical machines to get somewhere. It was then I realized my dependency on cars. It was time to use my legs more. I will grow calluses to stop the bleeding and the burning.
Behind the Writing
This is a true account of my first exercise attempt this morning. ROBERTHEWETTSR sent me a publishing opportunity. I had to write something related to nature.
How is this Jersey girl going to write about nature? At first I wrote something comedic, but I was not capturing nature like it should. Nature is beautiful except bugs.
So I wrote this and I ended up liking it. I really would like your input about this! This is very different than other creative writing ventures I have done because this is non-fiction. This was hard to write, especially in 325 words, including title and name.