Things we see when we go running

I try to run daily, you usually fall asleep in the stroller, your seat is reclined and I am not sure how much you can see. I always bring a carrier, stashed in the cargo space below you, just in case you refuse to enjoy riding. When this happens and you are sitting against my chest you look around with such a royal seriousness, as if your posture says, "hmmm...how is my kingdom today." I like to carry you, but I get hot and tired, really the tired part is the main problem. You are five and a half months and you weigh eighteen pounds. I dont run to loose weight, although I would love to loose 5, 10, 15 pounds. I dont think my body is letting go of anything. I can feel my fingers are thinner than ever before, but my middle is soft. I run to wake up, to flush my body with endorphins, I run to regain the strength I lost after loosing so much blood after the delivery.
We see a man sleeping by the shores of Lake Calhoun, his hair is bleach light blond by the sun, his body is tan beyond what seems possible, it looks like his skin might crumble if you touched it. His legs are spread out, he wears nothing but a small pair of shorts and they are pulled down so the tuft of pubic hair shows.
We see black people. My life here is pretty white and you have little opportunity to see different people, I want you to see all kinds of races and shapes of people so that you grow up comfortable and familiar. Running with you I interact more with people, they smile, or comment on you, or encourage me, "Wow, I can barely get myself out the door." These have been some of my first interactions with black people since I moved here. It feels good to exchange smiles, energy, with all kinds of people.
We saw a turtle digging a hole and burying its eggs. I stopped to watch and you woke up, I carried you the rest of the way home, in the next days I would slow down at this spot. It was a rainy week and I would see many tiny turtle heads sticking up out of the water, bodies resting in the sand.
We see other moms and sometimes I want to go up to them and speak to them, when I feel isolated I want to do this. This is new for me too, I smile at other moms, stop and say hello for a moment. I never talked with strangers in the park before.
We were walking through the rose garden, it is in full bloom now, and an old man and woman were walking behind us. The old woman said, "When we were kids we used to come here and pick the roses," she chuckles. "What did you do with them then?" The man asks, "We brought'em home and put them in books." I remember pressing flowers in books, I did it for the joy of finding them later. I pressed the carnations we used to send friends and crushes on valentine's day: red for love, pink for friend, white for secret admirer.
We see older men wading in Lake Calhoun with metal detectors. A man working for the parks tells me that sometimes they find diamond rings. You would not believe it. I dont. I do, but not that you find that many. I like the image though of the lake beaches being sand and diamond rings.