On Saturday afternoon I took off for Burkitsville (yes, Blair Witch Burkitsville) for a short three mile run. I decided I would run on the Appalachian Trail and would knock it out quickly and easily. Well, I forgot how rocky this stretch of trail is and I forgot how steep it is and I forgot how wet and windy it has been and how many downed trees there are this time of year.
The first quarter mile was an uphill hurdling contest. I spent more time hopping over downed trees than I did in running stride. I reached the crest and turned around. I hopped on another stretch of trail that was much cleaner and slightly less rocky. At the halfway point I had to stop and catch my breath, something I have not done in so long I can’t remember when the last time was. Needless to say I was frustrated at how this mountain trail was kicking my butt.
Then it happened, I looked up into the canopy and saw woodpeckers, jays, songbirds of all sorts busy flying around doing whatever birds do. I didn’t hear a car or see a person, just nature. A couple of wild turkeys then crossed the trail in front of me. My frustration lifted and I was reminded of how lucky I am to live where I do and how thankul I am for moments like this. I managed to finish my run strong and refreshed.
While the trail may have kicked my butt on a run that should be easy for me, I am glad I chose the path I did.