By Susan Howard
I was walking with a client around the reservoir, an Eastside dirt track meant to get her heart rate up. As we walked, we checked out the ducks and people watched. With our dogs in tow, we walked and chatted. No, we weren’t the fastest ones around the loop; we were there just to enjoy the morning and burn a few calories.
There were some hard core folks practicing their interval routines, and some serious competitors clocking their fastest miles, which is all good and normal…until…
We saw a women run/sashay/bootie boogie/ around the trail, complete with large arm gestures and random hip twitches.
“Maybe she is a dancer?” My client wondered if she was practicing a routine. She could have been. What it reminded me of was the pure joy of movement, the celebration of one’s body for it’s own sake.
This purity of fun, a spunk and strangeness, was not lost on me.
So for you out there that was cruising around the reservoir with reckless abandonment, bless you, and rock on.