Running Like Kant
Submitted by Cathy Davidson on Dec 23, 2008, 08:16 AM
I've written often about how the highlight of this magical year on leave, this year of Making Like Kant, has been my three-mile walks in the circuit around the WaDu in Duke Forest. It is a trail of dips and rises, of bridges and gates, of tree stumps and puddles, of many people, kids, dogs, some walking clockwise, some counterclockwise. Often on our walks we see two astonishingly graceful runners. They look professional, long strides, wonderful posture, beautifully fit. They run with what is clearly friendship, trust, and confidence, in themselves and one another. I always smile when I see them as they exemplify vigor and health. They always smile back. The front runner, I should mention, happens to be blind.
I've written often about how the highlight of this magical year on leave, this year of Making Like Kant, has been my three-mile walks in the circuit around the WaDu in Duke Forest. It is a trail of dips and rises, of bridges and gates, of tree stumps and puddles, of many people, kids, dogs, some walking clockwise, some counterclockwise. Often on our walks we see two astonishingly graceful runners. They look professional, long strides, wonderful posture, beautifully fit. They run with what is clearly friendship, trust, and confidence, in themselves and one another. I always smile when I see them as they exemplify vigor and health. They always smile back. The front runner, I should mention, happens to be blind.





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