Reclaiming My Trail

When something significant happens in your life, where you were and what you were doing is etched in your mind forever. I am also like that with issues pertaining to running.

I can tell you the exact rock that I stepped on last Thanksgiving when I rolled my ankle, the root that I tripped over and had my epic superman recovery, I could never forget Conny’s near death experience bridge or the exact location where I knew that my Seattle marathon training was over. And each time I pass said spot, I can’t help but acknowledge it, even if it’s only in my mind.

My most recent place of injury is different. It is a particularly lovely section of trail, with a spectacular view, a place that I want to continue to enjoy without the reminder of the incident.

So this morning I returned to the scene. I took a moment, had a few words with it and then reclaimed my trail.