A Trail Farewell

by nomeatbarefeet

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!

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