Well, I embark on a new adventure. I have started doing trail runs, inspired by the many You Tube videos of runners seemingly having the highs and lows of their lives running 25, 50, 100, even 200 miles.
What attracts me to this? I'm 52 years old, for crying out loud! And, though I run a lot, I'm still not in great shape...certainly not in shape to do 25, 50, or 100 miles climbing hills, jumping over rocks, and tripping on tree roots!
What calls me, then? Is it nature? The outdoors? The freedom? Yeah, that last one may be it. The freedom of getting away from the regimented, same old thing, same old life. It may kill me, but I'm going to break my own mold.
This weekend I'm off to Malibu to run the Bulldog 25K. This sounds like it just may be the one that kills me...I'll let you know. Keep me in those prayers...or at least good thoughts.
