Bzzzzzzz… There goes the alarm on my Fitbit.
It’s 6 a.m. Ouch. I promised myself yesterday that I would haul my butt out of bed early and go for a run. Before I could let my gloriously comfortable pillow convince me otherwise, I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and told myself this was a good thing.
There’s always a space of time when my feet first hit the pavement and I’m huffing and puffing before reaching a rhythm when I wonder why I do this to myself. But then I get into a groove and I reach the trails and I know it’s worth it.
Especially today. I rounded a corner and suddenly this came into view:
I’ve never seen a deer on those trails before. And I’ve never been so close to a deer before, either: it was about 10 feet away.
I thought it would bound away as I scrambled as calmly as I could for my camera, but it stayed and continued to munch.
And then it came closer.
It was seriously about six feet away from me. It was surreal. I could see the velvety fuzz on its antlers. I could almost reach out and touch them.
We gazed at each other for quite a while. What was going through that deer-brain? Why wasn’t I scared of me? Regardless, it was certainly a Moment.
I eventually turned and continued on my way. Later on my route when I circled back, it was gone.
So I’m glad I went for a run today. Had I decided to snooze for a few minutes longer, I might have missed the whole thing.
Will I get up early again tomorrow to see what I can see? Depends: I pulled a calf muscle on my way home (grrrr…). Plus, I have a feeling that deer doesn’t make many repeat appearances.