Today I was brave. I have been enjoying running-especially on trails and have been wanting to try my hand at Dutch Hollow. I have seen so many incredible pictures and memories made, but I was always waiting for the right time, or the right invite at the right time. That doesn’t often happen with my crazy scheduling. There is also something a little intimidating about running someplace like this without a whole crew. A few weeks ago I joined a group of runners for a full moon run and had such a great time. I had put off going for so long, worried that I would be the slowest one there, or that I wouldn’t be able to go the distance, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that the group was full of runners of all levels. It gave me great confidence in myself as a runner that no matter the level if you run, you too are a runner.
I decided to venture out and up, on my own today. I can do this…. Although the distance isn’t long, It’s up. I caught myself smiling. I arrived at my first peak. The view was beautiful and my heart was filled with such joy. I sat on the top of the hill for a minute and reminisced about the many trail runs I went on with my mother. She was full of such badassery that if you looked up that word in my hypothetical dictionary, I am certain it would say next to it: “Lucy”. I felt a little like her on the top of that peak.
It wasn’t enough though, I decided to push on through the mud, ice, snow, dirt, slick rock and even grass to another peak, just so I could see the other side. Whew….breathtaking.
I love this. I am looking forward to pushing myself to more distance and more challenge. I love the course and the active aspect of a trail run. I love the climb. This is my jam…..
What a beautiful day. My shoes were screaming “No More” but my heart was saying bring it on. Loved this. So blessed I live where I do. Selfie overload…but hey. Looking forward to many more runs in this beautiful place I call home. Also to many more thoughts/runs with my mom.