Caught in the Dark
Caught in the Dark

Daylight runs out pretty early here this time of year. Which, for those of us who enjoy being outdoors, means there are far fewer hours in a day to do so.

In fact, just recently I was trying to squeeze in a run after work and completely misjudged how much longer I had until the sun would be setting. I found myself still two miles back on the trails and surrounded by darkness. Like total darkness, as in even the moon’s light remained hidden behind a thick sea of clouds. Which normally wouldn’t have been a big deal had I brought along a headlamp. I just hadn’t thought that far ahead since it was still plenty light out when I’d left the house.

It sure made for an odd pace though as I slowly but surely eased my way back to the safety of the main roads and the streetlights lining them. For one thing, those hills are home to all kinds of animals (all vicious and hungry and just waiting for nighttime to come out—at least in my wildly imaginative mind, lol!). Thanks to this fear-factor, I was filled with all the adrenaline I needed to go as fast as I wanted. Both my thoughts and my heart were definitely racing! At the same time though, I felt forced to hold back. I couldn’t see the trail’s surface well enough to beware of all its little dips and obstacles, and I certainly didn’t want to trip and fall or roll an ankle (cause then I’d really be bait for all those wild things lurking!).

But it got me thinking—as running so often does—about life in general. About how strange and scary and frustrating it can be when we find ourselves facing this type of dilemma. Possessing all the desire, ability and energy necessary to move forward at full speed with something, and yet being forced to deal with circumstances that inhibit our momentum.

Not that we can’t get where we’re headed. Rest assured, I did eventually make it home. And of course we don’t always get there unscathed. I did acquire a few more scratches than usual as I couldn’t avoid the brush as well in the dark. But perhaps most importantly, it’s that lesson or two we stand to gain along the way that inevitably prove to be helpful the next time we set out. If only we can learn it. …and let’s just say I haven’t been caught in the dark again without my headlamp since.

*****************

Reposted with permission from 1BeautifulJourney.com

 
 
Seen a lot of slim chicks posting their

workouts on here so I thought I'd join 

the fun
Warning : I will bully every one of you

into daily stretches, plyo drills, crazy 

intervals, lifting heavy weights and 

epic long runs
104 °F.....  As my Grandma says, 

"Marathon training ain't for p*ssies."



Crazy old lady is right.

New Featured eBibs

4 things to do right after a run: *Hurry and post to Facebook. *While posting to Facebook  EAT ALL THE FOOD!! *Stretching?  What's that? *Continue to EAT ALL THE FOOD!!
Have you heard?  I am a runner.  What does that mean you ask?  It means I run. A runner isn't defined by their pace or their size or what they look like. Runners are like family. We support each other and  we stick together!!
I am a runner!!  What does that mean? It means I'm an A$$ kicker!! I might not be the fastest runner out there but I'm giving it my all every time out and that's what makes me AWESOME!!
You know you're a woman runner when: *you'd rather wear running shoes than high heels. *your regular hairstyle is a  ponytail and headband. *you own more sports  bras than regular ones. *you RUN LIKE A GIRL and that's AWESOME!!
You had me to "Let's go running!"
"WOW, those  hills were  GREAT!"          -not me
During a race: "I'M GONNA DIE." After the race: "I could've run harder..."
You know you're a runner when...  you ask yourself why you run and you have no real answer.
You know your a runner  when you need to keep your day job to pay for your addiction to running gear!
The Beer Mile: A four-lap, four-beer race where boys become men and  men puke in the bleachers behind  the track.
So you're telling me you don't like it when I post my run to Facebook?  Did  you know I also ride my bike, swim, lift weights, and workout.  I'll be sure to start posting those as well.
GARMINBRAG:  A photograph of a  GPS watch face uploaded to Facebook, because actually typing how far or  how fast you ran would be narcissistic.
You know you're a runner... when  you're stuck in traffic, you think, "I could've run there by now!"
I just finished my triathlon training and now I have time to spend with my  family. They seem like good people.
1% of the population will run a  marathon in their lifetime; it's their obligation to talk about it so the  remaining 99% will know what they  are missing.
Result Pages: <<   ... 221  222  223  224  225 ...   >>