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).
“Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.” ~ Khalil Gibran
A year ago today I started my morning as I’ve started a few. Alone in my car, in the cold and the dark. This morning just happened to be at Woody Gap. Facebook reminded me of that fact today as I braved yet another cold and dark morning, very much not alone this time as I herded three small humans on their various ways. With everyone in their places now though the memory of that day and that run have blossomed in my mind. Great runs are fertile soil for great memories.
“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.