P. Ferguson image, September 2022.
I Count Everything…
…sidewalk squares as I walk, telephone poles as I ride and especially strides (distance). It’s just something I do – not a fixation but some form of personal mind accounting. Maybe it’s simpler than that…I am able to count…thanks to teachers! One, two, three, four…100 and over again.
P. Ferguson image. August 2022.
The day I write of…I found the track…it has been a long while. After a stretch, I walk the first lap of the inside lane. The track feels, again, comfortable to the step, my legs and to the systems within. All engines are firing…perhaps a bit rough but I have been sensing this return for a bit. On my way here I was anxious, yearning…the desire for one more try…I am ready…it has been a long while.
P. Ferguson image. September 2022.
Sole [soul] to oval – after once around I start, a gentle gait, a bit more than a walk, a little less then a run. Perhaps this is a jog? I am not here to overdo – this is part of take the lane, the oval, any sports field (2022-September-5). Though I amble for myself – those I have come here to remember may be here beside me. Not physically, not ghostly but in the pursuit of excellence – just once around is all “we” ask. You can only do your best and so I count…One, two, three, four to 86 and slow to a walk…I stop counting…then the legs find the pace again 87, 88, 89 to 120 and I have my lap. You can only ever do your best…today I have done mine…and I will count again.