I love to run, and I love to find and see old forgotten homes and abandoned places, and when the later happens in the course of the lesser it’s like magic.
I think we should celebrate the things that bring us joy. This post is just a celebration of those places, and of this amazing poem I came across while *shockingly* browsing a Facebook group for abandoned houses (I belong to several).
“There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you will still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.” ~ Tsunetomo Yamamoto, The Hagakure
January is a month but it’s also a color. Today’s rainy seven miler with Milo pre-tornado watch was a fresh reminder. But there’s a truth in running that says if you want to run the really great miles you have to run the ugly ones too. Needs must when the devil drives.
“If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.” – African Proverb
There is a duality to trail running. For all those miles spent alone in the wilderness and often times the dark you manage to find yourself in the company of, and connecting with, some of the most amazing people on Earth. This post is for each of you that I’ve met along the way in my own journey, and for those I’ve yet to meet,and for those I’ve drug along the way. My life is richer because of you.
There are many, many blogs about trail running. So many. In fact I should probably apologize for even starting another. But this one is mine. I hope you’ll enjoy my unscheduled and stochastic ramblings. If you do please take just a moment and click the subscribe link at the bottom of the page.