Me clumsily warming-up before a 25K trail race we did a few years ago.
Today I finally ran my 6 mile route for the first time in probably a couple of months. I was feeling pretty strong and bad-assed and in my head I was as graceful as a gazelle. About halfway through my route, I saw a beautiful doe jump over a fence that was close to chest high on me. When she realized she was heading into traffic, she stopped on a dime, turned around and in one fluid, elegant movement jumped right back over that same fence and back into the much safer prairie. Needless to say, I was oh so very humbled.