This run had me so good, felt like going right back up when I stopped back at the bottom where I started. 🔃🏃🏽💨
On the way up it felt like my quads were on fire 🔥. I forgot the intensity of the gradient – literally. Normally on the night prior to a run or gym I’d plot a mental plan for myself, I’d try manage my approach and expectations; clearly I didn’t plan for how steep the climb was gonna be today – but I Ioved every little bit of the pleasant pain that came with it. 🤔💭
I love people, I love physical activity, scenic views and therefor of course the outdoors (nature) 🌳. You have to experience the community of walkers/ climbers/ trail runners when you’re up there. I’m incredibly humbled by the ones who you can see are struggling, the elderly that bravely venture up there; I mean wow. 👊🏽 And it brings me back to my personal “kick-in-the-*ss” question; “WHAT’S MY EXCUSE!”
The last time I came up here was with my crew. Going up made me think of 2 people in particular; my home girl Euiodia and my ride-or-die, Chantal. The last time I came up here Euiodia pushed herself to and through all kinds of physical limits and mental barriers to get to the top. Thinking of it today still brings back the same emotion of determination I felt walking with her a couple months back. Chantal never came up here yet; I’d love her to though. We won’t go up and back down in around an hour though, it’ll be about the journey, the realization of the very real connection between hiking and life – the symbolism they share – and the appreciation of that view from the top when you know you busted your *ss to get there. It does something for me and I know it’ll be even better with her here.
I observed people standing, resting, gasping for breath; because that’s what the hike does, it doesn’t just exhaust you physically, it drains you mentally as well. It’s such a metaphor for life again because that’s what life does to us; it batters us to the point of failure and in that moment we’re left to decide whether we’re going to give in or give just one more step. Oh man, so when I got so tired at the beginning of my run (when my quads felt like caving) I pictured of a difficult struggle that I’m dealing with in my life… and then… I took a deep breath, I lifted my head, looked that incline in the eye, I dug my heels in and ran harder. 💥💣💥
There is certainly, to some degree, something spiritual about running; in pushing your body beyond its preferred comforts, inhaling enormous amounts of fresh air and feeling the beat of your heart in your chest as it works tirelessly to transport oxygen rich blood to the organs and fibers that needs it most for the given activity. I think besides being spiritual, that it creates an appropriate environment to organize my thoughts and it encourages me to improve my mental agility as much as I’m attempting to shape my physical nimbleness.
Yeah, I like it a lot and to Lionshead; I’ll be back.