Running with dogs, improved

"If your dog is overweight, then you don't get enough exercise". Wait. Maybe it said,"If you are overweight, then your dog isn't getting enough exercise." True either way. My dogs are not overweight. I however, would qualify for a pair of fat mom jeans.

Today I tried a new tactic, in order to have the dogs get enough exercise, and me not to endure being dragged down the sidewalk by their enthusiasm. We ran along the train tracks, less than a block from the house. The tracks wind out into farm land and sage brush, and by running along the access road, I could let the dogs off their insufferable leashes.

Letting them go, Simon hid under a sage, peering out cautiously for an imminent attack by Pepe. Unfortunately, he looked in the wrong direction, and she leapt over several bushes behind him, before landing upon his head. I continued running up the hill to the tracks, calling both dogs. Simon darted under whatever cover he could find, while Pepe ran frantically in huge circles, trying to round us up. Fortunately, she let me run and did not try to herd me.

After a while, we settled into an easy pace, the dogs trotting alongside, then chasing after whatever scents wafted on the early morning air. A cacophony of birds accompanied me, peacocks on a nearby ranch, blackbirds, doves and sparrows. I was glad not to have my ipod, as the melody surrounded me and carried me on. As I headed west, the sun began to rise over the horizon, casting long, slender shadows ahead, and gently nudging the land awake.

We ran for a while, the dogs and I. Relaxed, easy running. No traffic. No trash cans. No sidewalks. No leashes. They sprinted through sagebrush, down to ponds and through cattails. As I headed back, the sun glinted off the rails, a blinding beauty, in an unexpected place.

Ahead on the tracks, about half a mile distant, a herd of deer stood, deciding. The stared at us, but the dogs didn't even notice. Beyond the deer, I saw a train come around the bend. The deer stood their ground, as the monstrous machine silently bore down. It's strange, really, how quiet an approaching train is. When the engineer blew the whistle, the deer daintily sprang onto our side of the tracks. I could see five of them. Then, in an instant, the train whooshed by me, warm air pulling me toward the tracks. It's power was beautiful. After the train passed, the tracks sang, an eerie sound.

Finally, the dogs spotted the deer, and took chase. They were no match for the beautiful animals, as they gracefully sprang across fields and disappeared. The dogs came back, dutifully following me home, at last their seeming endless energy spent.

We will run the tracks again. And again.