A Trail Farewell
I ran the Fall Back 5 with Beck’s “Farewell Ride” playing over and over in my head. I have talked to no one of this, with the exception of my family. The Fall Back 5 was my farewell to trails race, at least for the foreseeable future. Is it bad fortune, genetics, years of being a softball catcher, my extremely poor posture, my odd stances? I have been quietly suffering from knee and hip pain for the past few months, and fear that I can no longer run through it, deeming it insignificant pain. All I know is that it is time to put up the minimal trail shoes for now. I cried during that race. I cried because I knew it was ending. I cried because I was running a trail race with road runners. I wanted to run it with my trail family. Runners that don’t talk because of the beauty around them, that know trail etiquette. But I couldn’t and had to make the best of it. I cried because I was afraid I would no longer be a “trail runner”, something that Jon tells me is absurd, I am always a trail runner.
My new challenge is to try my hand at Bikram Yoga. I will still be barefoot (as a yogi), and cooking and living minimally. Will I return to trail running, maybe. Will I hike and snowshoe trails, defiantly. I will be blogging my new experiences, so stay tuned for adventures in vegan hot yoga land. Once a trail runner, always a trail runner. Maybe see you out there someday again!