I have a birthday coming up and as I approach 31 I'm not upset, depressed or attempting to lie about my age. I'm excited to be getting older! I know some women reading this might be thinking, " ya, wait 10 years then tell me about how excited you are!". Which may be true but for now 31 is just fine!
The WMTR mission is to organize activities for trail runners that encourage people to get outside, have fun, and live active, social lives together.
The group imagines a fun, diverse, inclusive trail running community that is passionate about welcoming new trail runners, exploring new trails, and becoming better informed about the environment, health, trails, and gear. We practice good trail stewardship that includes working alongside the West Michigan Mountain Biking Alliance and others to help build and maintain the private and public trails.
Behavior that shows a lack of good sense or judgement.
Often when I tell people about my outdoor runs, this time of year, I'm met with a look of bewilderment. That's followed by the question, "why?!" The exclamation point was necessary because it's often more of a demand of an explanation than a simple inquiry. Many don't understand why I would willingly go out in freezing temps and run. And they REALLY don't understand why I seem to enjoy it.
Last week was rough. I had a minor complication from some oral surgery that left me feeling pretty miserable. Well, perhaps just a touch more miserable the pre-planned misery of oral surgery. I may not have helped matters by hyper-focusing on my training plan. The jury is still out on that one, but all of this did make me think about the idea of goal versus intention.
As I waited for others to show up for a Thursday night "gravel road" run at Seidman Park, I listened to the rain and wind hit my van, and watched puddles form on the ice in the parking lot. No big deal, I wasn't worried about traction, I had hex head screws on my trail shoes. As the time to run arrived, no one else had, so I decided to head out on my own. I was here, I was dressed, and I knew where to go, so I headed down the road, my hex head screws clicking on the blacktop.
Why did I start running? It's probably the same reason you started running. To lose weight. I had already been on the " journey to a healthier me" for about a year when I started struggling to stay motivated. Then I asked myself a simple question, whose body did I envy? And what did they do to get that enviable body? All the people on that list in my head had one thing in common. They were runners!
The Winds of Change
Running was always my way of talking with Dad, it has served me well my whole life.
On a lonely beach, on a quiet forest trail, even in the madness of a city, the connection could always be found!
There was always a simple beauty in it, running is simply putting one foot in front of the other, nothing more, nothing less.
Yet this simple act of freewill can defeat even the strongest of men.
It can also bring the meekest to great pride in themselves!