I got out for a trail run this morning with absolutely no goals in mind. I didn’t feel particularly strong. In fact, climbing Rock It was a bear. A big grizzly bear. But I did enjoy the hills. They were alive. They were alive with a cold breeze that played music by rustling leaves and swaying tall grass. They were alive with squirrels and bunnies, lizards, and a blue heron.
Yes, it was a good run.