Same trails, different experiences
But whether alone or with friends, sorting out the tangle of thoughts in my head or tuning them out to the sounds that surround me, sometimes painfully, sometimes painlessly, I criss-cross the same trails for miles and hours and more miles and more hours; and when I'm lucky, I'm often rewarded. A problem resolved, one great photo, a chance wildlife encounter, a brilliant idea, a new goal, a new focus, shared conversation, passing a mountain biker on an uphill, nailing a downhill, running all of Marincello, an idea for a book, an idea for a blog.
You get the idea. It's like therapy and meditation and woman vs wild all in one trail run. You just never know what you'll walk away with.
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