I fell in love with trail running at Windy hill open space preserve. The first time I went, I could barely make it up a quarter of the way without hyperventilating and walking, but I was hooked. In retrospect, I think that it was more challenging than any physical activity I ever attempted. Yet, I knew that if I worked hard enough, I could achieve my goal: to run to the top by the end of the summer. Over time, my goals have progressed, but I have come to realize that running the trails is a metaphor for the challenges I face in life with many ups and downs. At times, I want to throw my hands up and cry hysterically, overwhelmed by the endless hills, fighting every step of the way. Other times, I breathe, lean in, accept and focus at the task at hand. And other times I am overly focused on finishing, I lose sight of the here and now… the animals on the trail… the falling leaves. Ultimately, trail running has taught me that life is about balance.
- Hamms Gulch (the back of Windy Hill)