A Little Hike
I took off this morning promising myself only a brisk walk. (I did strap on my running shoes, just in case). When I went by the long drive that leads to the lake, I recalled there’d been a plan to connect the lake path to some kind of hiking trail. So, I checked it out.
Next thing you know, I’m hiking this really steep trail. It’s the tallest hill in my town, which is a very hilly town. It was great! A nice wooded trail, surrounded by beech and maples, a few errant pines, and a winding path upwards to a big grassy meadow. This meadow, by the way, is the same place I saw a half dozen deer one morning on a bike ride.
Well, then I had to descend the very steep hill, and I went via the street that climbs the other side opposite the wooded trail. I felt my body wanting to tilt down, to launch into a downhill run. What the hell, I decided. And I was off.
What I love most about downhill running is the way it’s so reckless and close to wiping out. It’s not like downhill biking (which scares me), because I still feel slightly in control. But it’s such a rush. What a way to beat the tar out of your quads. And in my case, my ITBs and ass muscles.
So, it turned into a really sweet little experience, and one that I intend to repeat soon.
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