Thursday, September 5, 2013

Trail Running

It's dark when I start. I'm tired. It's muggy. The trail goes up and twists, and my legs try to follow. I run over squiggly lines in the dirt where snakes crossed the trail yesterday. By the time I reach the top of the hill I'm dripping sweat and the sky is turning pink.

I descend into a valley, still air clinging to me along with the spider webs I have run through that were once neatly stretched across the trail from one bush to another. I run across a rickety bridge that needs more support. My foot lands in mud that splashes on my leg. I look down and see a bunch of poison oak that will probably show up all over my leg in a few days. Oops.

I climb back up to the top and stand on my favorite rock for a minute to check out the view. It's a tradition - for years I have always stood on the rock on top of the hill to take in the sounds and the quiet view. From my rock I can see the ocean and the bright pink clouds hiding what is going to be a very hot sun today.

I jump off the rock and start running again. My legs are warmed up now and I fly up a small hill, hopping over boulders and rocks. I'm smiling. Down the other side and I finally let my legs just go fast, trusting that they will find the right footing. They do. It's a lot like life - when you let go most of the time it all works out. Trusting that it will can be hard, but once you do it is really fun.

I find a new trail with a new stream to cross. I forget about time and the many things I need to get done today. I forget about pace and training - I just run because I love to run. Before I know it I'm back on my porch at home, dripping sweat all over the white concrete as I stretch, happy I have a really cold glass of water in my hand and ready to face whatever today throws at me.


Snakebite said...

Looks like someone's training for an Xterra!!!

Woooo hoooo!!!!

solarpowered said...

Beautiful! -- the images AND the writing :)

Jennifer Ward Barber said...

You have a way with words! Nice post.