Peace and Joy

I’m coming down from my soapbox — My last few posts have been rather pointed and for good reasons. However I’d like to get back to the “Joy of running”.

Fall is just around the corner, although it feels in full swing in my coastal neighborhood. Temperatures in the low 50’s and a gusty northwest wind made me adjust my Friday morning park run. Instead of running along the water I ran through the middle of the park and onto the wooded trails. I’d forgotten how much I love being in the woods (not fun in the heat and humidity with mosquitos) the grounding solitude running trails gives you is like no other running.

If I had to rank running surfaces, trails would be my favorite because it seems the most natural — Where it all began. It’s funny because my preferences reflect a progression from most natural to least; wooded trails, bike path, streets, tracks, and treadmills in that order.

My senses are definitely heightened because of the tricky surfaces, the occasional squirrel, rabbit, chipmunk or woodchuck dashing about. The air was clean with the crispness of the impending autumn even a few leaves have started to turn. It’s humbling to think about the history of this beautiful land and how blessed I am to be living here and now to enjoy running in this beautiful natural cathedral.

What was supposed to be a two mile training run turned into a 3.5 mile run/hike, which was fine by me because everything including the few wrong turns was perfect ¬†— the way life should be experienced, with peace and joy!

Where do you find your running bliss?

Ginnie

 

 

 

Triggers

Today’s run was full of memory triggers. The air was crisp and clean with the bluest of New England Autumn Skies. It seemed there was a trigger for every step I ran. Running through the fallen leafs took me back to all those fall morning walks to school and the delightful crunch beneath my feet. The musky scent in the air reminded me of playing out in the fields in front of my house building forts. ¬†Fallen pine needles took me to my aunt Virginia’s house on Maple Av, to the pine tree we all climbed and collecting pine cones. The gorgeous russet and gold of this run elated and saddened me at the same time – Delighted with the beauty and saddened by the passage of time and the coming of winter. Here’s hoping warm memories will ease the cold and dark of winter.

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