I ran with Maureen in Forest Park on Saturday. The trails we touched on our 11 mile adventure included Wildwood, Wild Cherry, Dog Wood, Fire lane 1 and Leif Erickson (where the masses tend to run because either (a) they don’t like actual trail running; (b) are afraid to venture onto an actual trail; or (c) think running on an actual road (not accessible by vehicles) that travels through the park is as good as it gets! HA! If they only knew!)
Maureen had just run the Tacoma Marathon (in heat we, in the Pacific Northwest, are not used to running in) six days earlier and I had run 24 trail miles seven days earlier. As such, we were in no hurry in our efforts and did a good bit of hiking mixed in with the running.
I’ve decided I’m not going to beat a dead horse here.
I love running.
I love trails.
I love trail running.
If you’ve been following along, you know this already.
Maureen took this picture of me on Saturday and I love it because it is truly me in one of my very happy places.
While I’m not running at the moment this picture was taken, what I see when I look at it is Me, happy to be alive, healthy in ways I never imagined, grateful to live where I do and content with my life.
Even with the bullshit.
I can’t really ask for more than that.
Have a good week people!
P.S. Here is a new blog that I love and have started following — murchubrian — I think he just started it. The content is enjoyable — if you like trail running take a peak (of course even if you don’t like trail running you can take a peak!)