Saturday I put on a light sweatshirt and went for a run down the Bonneville shoreline trail. Marathon training time!
Trail running gets me. Absolutely fires me up inside. A bit because street running lacks challenge for me. If my muscles aren't burning, I need more. But I think the appeal also arises because trail running is uncommon. People have heard of it, and I hear some people attest to dappling with it. But I've been trail running now for 8 months, and I've only witnessed a small handful of people on the mountainside with me. I love the solitude, the elevation, the overlooking views, the challenging hills, the burn in my lungs, the fresh air - it all ignites me.
Additionally, I feel energy pulsing inside of me for this upcoming year, because I have given myself approval to race again. Last year, I refrained from racing (Or tried to. Wasatch Back Ragnar may have slipped in), because I was intent on finishing my CPA license.
Plus, I train best when I have a lot to occupy my mind. Running opens my stage of free-flow thinking, which also occurs when I am just about to fall asleep at night. But usually those thoughts are incoherent and mildly insane. This is my 3rd time training for a marathon, and I'd like all that running time to continue decompressing my adventure to the Philippines, so I can finish writing about it. Someday I'll release that. :)
Later, I curled up on my bed, while the sun rose over the mountains behind me and lit up my room. I wore a cozy sweatshirt that smelled of perfume from a prior date night, and I worked some more on my CPA.
This year is sweet and glorious so far,