But today I was the one doing the running, not just the thoroughbreds. I trotted down Parker's Mill into Cardinal Valley Park, following the signs that said "Walking Trail," and found myself on a beautiful paved path that ran a mile or more. Trees arched over the trail and it was pleasantly busy with dog-walkers, amblers and what appeared to be an entire high school track team.
It was late afternoon. The sun was warm and slanting, the air cool and refreshing. And there settled on me that kind of well-being that it's tempting to call "runner's high" — but is more than that, I'm convinced; is some amalgam of fresh air, exertion and the mind-jostling that comes with movement.
Whatever it is, today it was made possible by the cut-through. As I climbed back over the fence toward home, I gave a silent cheer.