Since becoming more nimble and light footed I’ve wanted to do short sprints on walks. Not for long. But there’s something exhilarating about those moments, lost in the pace.
I’ve been told I have dinosaur arms when I run (The T-Rex kind). I look a bit puppety. I’ve tried making fists but it doesn’t feel right. I think I’m too much of a dancer now. Clenching my fists feels like I’m stopping energy from being released. As I run, I can’t help but open my hands and stretch my arms in all kinds of ways. I love to release energy through my fingertips.
I remember being in the gym, on the treadmill. I had a mirror in front of me and some banging tunes in my ears. I was really getting into it. I could feel my arms becoming restless. Wanting to move. Wanting to reach around their space. Before I knew it, they were in the air. I was running and pumping and bouncing my ass (and arms) off. It felt powerful.
I saw someone do this in a supermarket once. Headphones on, in the tea aisle, he must have been listening to something epic because he was dancing down that aisle like a diva. I loved his freedom to be able to do it. It made me smile. Supermarket Dance
So if you see someone in a park, running with their arms pumping the air, or their hands floating in space, that’ll be me, in my element, listening to an incredibly uplifting tune. Having it large. Feeling free.