Before I was a runner, one of my reoccurring dreams was that I was running. I mean RUNNING and running and running and running. I remember in these dreams I was absolutely amazed how much I loved running, how good it felt, and how strong I felt. I never tired -- I could go on forever. This was a really weird dream, because I NEVER ran. And as I mentioned before, I’m sure, I used to think that running was just about the worst hell anyone could put themselves through.
I haven’t had that dream in years.
Today’s run felt like one of those dreams. I didn’t run forever (8 miles), but I felt strong, like I could have kept on running and running and running. It was magnificent. I didn’t plan a route in Aliso/Wood Canyons. I just ran. I ran through spider webs. I took a wrong turn and ran an unmarked trail I hadn’t yet discovered. Clear minded, I thought about my friend who lost her father two days ago. I mourned her father who was such a good man. And I felt so fortunate for having such a good life. I am not rich. I am not thin. I have lots of personality defects. I could be a better mother and wife. And the last year has been pretty terrible luck-wise. Despite all that, I have a wonderful life. Today’s run matched that – a wonderful run.
Looking down on a Prickly Pear flower
Pausing for photo on unmarked trail that I “discovered” today
Poor dead centipede being carried by hundreds of tiny ants across West Ridge
Wood Creek Trail
Pausing to reflect on Wood Creek Trail
Elevation Profile at bottom, because I didn’t want you to miss my flashback picture in honor of Father’s Day. In this picture my dad is holding me, and his sister is holding my sister. Year: 1967.
Today’s WONDERFUL run
Sounds like you had a dream run. I feel the same, with all the downs, bad and sad times I still have a wonderful life.
ReplyDeleteAw, I'm glad you had a good run. Love that you discovered a new trail - how exciting!
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ReplyDeleteSometimes you are the centipede. Sometimes you are the ant.
ReplyDeleteI used to dream of flying...and laughing; sometimes at the same time.
For sure a dream run Johann. Once in a while it all comes together effortlessly. I still find it odd that I used to have those dreams.
ReplyDeleteThanks Green Girl! I love, love, love discovering new trails -- especially when I know where I am.
ReplyDeleteTrue, true about the centipede and the ant Windnsnow : ) I used to dream of flying too -- I always flew best when I was doing the breast stroke (LOL). Conversely, I always thought that swimming (in real life) was the closest I could get to flying.
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