A Miraculous Trail Run

We are talking miracles plural. Miracle A - I ran! (It's been a while.) Miracle B - I managed not to go tail over tea kettle while running down the boulder strewn gully trail. Late fall afternoon gloom, the already shady Bolin Forest, a marked lack of natural agility, not to mention severe myopia - all factors contributing to my fantastic tumble along a rocky ravine trail run. It is a good thing I chose to leave the HRM at home. I'm pretty sure it would have had a hard time measuring a million beats per minute. I highly recommend trail running for anyone who needs to up their adrenaline production. (And for those in need of a shot of humiliation, there is always the option of attempting a trail run at the same time the middle school gazelles cross country runners are dashing around.) I think I would have cried and tried to take a shortcut back to the car (and probably gotten lost in the woods) if Donna hadn't been a calming and encouraging presence beside me. It is ridiculous how stupid I felt - how awkward and out of shape and useless. But it was amazingly good to be outside, to be with Donna, to be running (no matter how poorly). I can't wait until we go again. (This running thing? A sickness. I promise you, it's a sickness.)