Since I live in the North East and I like to run on the trails in the foothills, we are talking about A LOT of up and down. Which brings me to my second favorite title choice for this post "Beating your inner Schweinehund", which, my non-German-speaking friends, means essentially "Kicking your own butt".
Yes, when you know your run will be tough and you'll end up panting like a steam engine and with a face like a tomatoe (not a green one..), there are days when you don't want to go out there, even less when it is near freezing cold and you'd much rather sit on your comfy sofa, work some on your favorite knitting project and watch the next episode of Weeds.
However, then there are the days - like yesterday - when you manage and go go out there and you just do it.
Because the trail finally swings around and you get to see this:
and a little bit later this:
Running here also reminds me of my father. "Of loss and of Gain" could have been another title for this post...
My father was a runner. Seriously. He ran marathons, several of them. 5 years ago we lost him to cancer and I still miss him so much for so many reasons.
I know he would have loved Albuquerque and he would have loved to run and bike on the trails, but when I am running and I'm out there, he is so much closer to me than anywhere else. And that is a good thing.
Now today, that's a different story.... :-)
Dagmar,
ReplyDeleteYou go girl! I admire you - getting out for the runs and launching your own blog! If I ever get out there to visit, I want to run that trail! I wouldn't mind if we followed with one of your yummy lattes... You're so creative. Guess what, I picked up needle point a couple of days ago - playing around with it - trying to teach myself.
It look like a dream, I want to come soon to this place :-)
ReplyDeleteWhere are the balloons? :-) Do