"To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing." ~ Author Unknown
Today I went on a trail run. I met up with a couple of friends and off we went. We were running up the Canyon, which is one of my most favourite routes. I used to run this route all the time before my surgery and today would be the first time in a year that I would give it a go.
I knew it would be a challenge even though I've been hitting the trails more and more. It didn't help that my back has been acting up. But oh, how I so longed to run along this trail. It's brilliant. Lots of up, roots, rocks, trees, the sound of the river. It's brilliant. So I took a risk and went.
Things didn't quite go as I had hoped. I knew I would be slow, but I wasn't prepared for the fact that my lungs didn't like all the up and stairs as much as I do. Then there was the ice. It had warmed up and been raining for the past day or so, but it didn't wash away the ice within the trees. Within a few meters of the trailhead my feet went ahead of me, at the same time, and without my consent.
It was quite an interesting fall - I could feel both feet, and of course my legs, start to slide forward. I don't think my feet actually left the ground. Of course gravity was pulling everything down so the next thing to move towards the earth was my arse. For some reason I put my hands down. I am so very thankful I've been strengthening my wrists in yoga! I managed for them to hit first, then my arse hit. It was sort of a slow motion start then a quick thud finish. Aiyaaa.
My first thought was my back. It didn't seem to be in worse shape than it had been when I started. Phew. Needless to say I was more watchful of the ice! There were a lot of spots we had to walk, which was a relief because it allowed my lungs to have a break. This whole breathing and need for oxygen thing can be rather frustrating at times!
When almost at the top I sent my friends on and bid them adieu. There was less ice and I knew I was holding them up so it was time to part ways. I headed back over the suspension bridge and started my run home. It was about then that I could feel my back start to seize up. Then I got a stitch in my front side. This was getting ridiculous.
As I hobble ran I started to think about the whole trail running thing. I love it. It is my happy place. Even though I didn't have the run I had hoped for, and I was a bit of a hurting unit from the fall, and I am sure I had mud on my face after wiping the dirt off my butt, then wiping something off my face....I was still happy to be out there.
I thought to myself, every run is an adventure. Then I started to think about what each letter could spell out. This kept me distracted from my slowly stiffening back for the last part of the run...
A = Arse, it's a wonderful cushion.
D = Doggies!! they love being on the trails and I love stopping and giving them a wee scritch.
V = Victorious, no matter how you get through the run, you will always be victorious.
E = Euphoria, the feeling you get from being in nature.
N = Nickers, no need to get your nickers in a knot if you stumble, walk, or have a snot rocket go wild!
T = Trees! Trees! and More Trees!
U = Ultimate, fun, excitement, rush, thrill, challenge, adventure.
R = Roots, rocks, and so many other fun things to hop and run over.
E = Excitement, especially after running a challenging part, and getting up all the stairs without stopping.
So I didn't have the run I had hoped for. It's all good. I now have a new goal - to get back to the state where I was before my surgery that allowed me to run this route! Oh, and to run up ALL the stairs!! Woot!
Peace out my lovelies...