Alone on the trail
With only the whispers of
Trees, water and birds.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Yesterday was my first trail run in two weeks. The last trail run I did before that was my DNF at the Sycamore 100. That failure left me pretty despondent and has me pondering whether I am an athlete that can compete over a wide variety of distances.
But yesterday wasn’t the day to figure out what went wrong and where I go from here. Yesterday was a day to run/hike the Quetzal; my church in Panama. Yesterday was the day to get back out there and experience the joys of moving over a difficult but beautiful trail and to stop moping and be grateful that I am fortunate enough to be alive and running.
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