I am very fortunate to travel for work because I have always thought that travel keeps you young and interesting. My work trips have been challenging and informative and get me to places I would never otherwise be able to go. Never the less, there's something about travel that my body does not like.
Today, after a week of airports and meeting rooms and hotel gyms (where I encountered a man in a bathrobe, that's a first) I decided I was going to run outside no matter what. There is a trail system two hours from home that I had never checked out. I grabbed a map and headed out.
|En route to the aptly named "Rollers".|
A series of multi-use trails cling to the brown hills, dropping off a ridge and down to the Snake River and back up. You can pick your poison--difficult, intermediate, easy. In the summer, these trails must bake. There must be rattlesnakes to hurtle and ticks to avoid. But today they were perfect.
|The view's not too terrible.|
I ran along in amazed disbelief. So this is what trail running is like for most people! You can actually look around instead of stare intently at your feet to avoid face plants. You can run along at a pretty decent pace and you don't have to claw your way up 1,000 feet in the first mile. It was so fun that I didn't want to stop. All of my travel angst melted away.