I’m an outdoorsy girl. One of my favorite weekend activities is going for a hike. (Side note: where we live at in Texas, there is a plethora of the most beautiful trails ever) That being said, I do love curling up on the couch (especially on a rainy day) with a good book to read. Otherwise, I would much rather spend time outdoors. Running is the perfect way to spend time outdoors, especially when it involves trails.
A little over seven years ago, I was on a vacation in the northwest part of New York with my parents. One of the memories that stands out most vividly from that trip was a morning run we did through a forest. It left such an impression on me. The trees were splendidly tall, early morning sunlight dappled the forest floor and a lush carpet of dewy pine needles covered the ground. The air was cool and crisp, with not a sound to be heard except the light tread of my feet and my breath. So far, it was the most beautiful run I have done in my entire life.
Trail running brings a new dimension to the sport. It is quite literally a breath of fresh air. Trails feel magical (mostly, unless there are alligators nearby in which case you won’t find me running there) and also are friendlier on the old feet, that usually pound on concrete day in and day out. Where there is a trail, it beckons me to explore and there isn’t a much better way to do that than by running.
*This post is a part of a 31 Day Writing Challenge in which I celebrate all the reasons I run. You can find links to all the posts here.