TALES FROM THE TRAIL (AND SOMETIMES THE ROAD TOO)

Friday, June 17, 2011

Flashback Friday’s Wonderful Run

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 flowerCIMG9760

Pausing for photo on unmarked trail that I “discovered” todayCIMG9778

Poor dead centipede being carried by hundreds of tiny ants across West RidgeCIMG9785

Wood Creek TrailCIMG9792

Pausing to reflect on Wood Creek TrailCIMG9794

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.fathers_day_full

Today’s WONDERFUL run6-17-2011, Elevation - Distance

7 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. Aw, I'm glad you had a good run. Love that you discovered a new trail - how exciting!

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  4. Sometimes you are the centipede. Sometimes you are the ant.
    I used to dream of flying...and laughing; sometimes at the same time.

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  5. 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.

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  6. Thanks Green Girl! I love, love, love discovering new trails -- especially when I know where I am.

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  7. True, 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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