today, for the first time in 17 days, i was dying to run. i knew this was a feeling that needed to be embraced before it passed and my window of desire closed. i blew the dust off my running shoes, rummaged through the running drawer that hadn't been opened in weeks - dug out some shorts, a marathon top, plugged into some tunes and headed out the door before i could hear my bike ask me where i was going without it.
i had a plan today. the plan included taking my run off the road and up into the trails. i had been wanting to to try out the trails for so long and figured there was no time like the present. for all i knew it could be another 17 days before i wanted to run again. i crossed the bridge that would have taken me into the park, but instead of following my usual route; i saw a path that disapeared into the woods and i just ran right up.
and i ran and ran and ran. over rocks, tree roots, logs, streams, turtles, hills, mud, puddles and switchbacks. i felt like i was flying and could run forever - as long as i was on a trail. as soon as i hit a road, i slowed down or walked while i searched out another trail to tackle. out on the trails with nothing under me but my own two feet, that old running love came back just a bit. it's nice to get back together with an old friend & try out something new.