My afternoon run last Wednesday felt like a Disney movie. I thought Giselle, Belle, or Snow White will show up in running shorts and run besides me. (That would be HOT!) A couple of deer watched me waddle through the forest. Birds were singing and dancing around me while I trained. Some of them followed.
Chipmunks ran besides me. Ducks were… well they didn’t do anything special. They were loafing on shady portion of the Des Plaines River, their usual afternoon ritual. On my way back, a raccoon was watching me run back to Beck Lake. He sat their like a spectator watching a street race. He saw me, played with his hands as if he were cheering me on, and kept watching. Too bad Giselle didn’t come by in running shorts.
After my run yesterday, I saw a little fawn stand from the green grass between the parking lot and Beck Lake stand up. He saw me and crouched down a slightly until he realized that I was no real threat to him. It seemed that he was looking for his mother. He trotted, looked around, and stood still as I stretched. The fawn did this a number of times until he decided to bolt through the field, scared a flock of geese, stopped a stroller pushing woman in her tracks, and enter the thicket. Perhaps he heard his mother. Maybe he was scared and knew that part of the woods was safe. It reminded me of Bambi minus his mom getting killed.
Bambi prancing around. Animals following me and cheering me on. It would have made sense if I heard Cinderella singing off in the distance or Giselle started running along side me.
