I moved into my new house in June... Technically I got possession on May 28, and moved in a month later because I was working out of town....
But the reality is....
I had been spying on this property for months prior to even purchasing it...
I knew the curve of the road....
The moment the ponds flooded after our "monsoon" season.....
I had memorized the colour of the tile...
The dark chocolate wood flooring....
I could close my eyes at any given moment and see the view of the farmers fields behind my house....
Yet...
With all those sights... all those intricacies I had come to know....
There was one thing I had yet to explore....
One treasure I had saved for a day when I could devote enough time... and energy to giving it the attention it so deserved.....
You see....
2.33 Miles from my front door is a trail head....
Everyday....
Several times a day I pass this trail head....
Dreaming of where it might lead....
The adventures it would take me on....
The passion that we would share...
The stories we would build....
Just me...
And my mystery trail.....
And Today....
Today I decided would be the day....
With my afternoon clear of any obligations...
The sun shining and a warmth to the fall air I laced up....
I dug out the running leashes.....
And the girls and I hit the road.....
Walking the 2.33 Miles to my trail head...
I had planned to be out no longer than 4 hours...
Thinking we could stop along the way and just enjoy the beautiful fall weather....
I had decided against bringing the "dog-pack" (a back pack that I carry my older dog in when she gets tired)....
so I knew this would be one of those long walks... where Chelsea would stop to sniff the flowers that bloomed... or rather were wilting.... while Jade would impatiently be straining at her leash....
How a person could manage to have 2 dog's that are such opposites is beyond me... but that is a whole other blog!!
SO off we went....
It took 50 minutes and a few belly rubs to get Chelsea to the trail head....
Interestingly.... the moment Chelsea's paws leave the pavement and hit the trail she becomes a new dog... she finds her spunk and is raring to go....
I feel the same way... there is something about the feel....
The smell...
The sound of a trail that brings me to life...
And this trail was no different....
In fact....
Maybe it was even more exciting...
I had saved this moment for a day when I really wanted to celebrate being alive....
And I was looking forward to the endless possibilities as to where this new trail would lead.....
And then it happened....
It stopped....
Just....
Stopped...
Down a very short hill
2.33 miles from my door....
the trail stops....
It leads no where....
I guess the reality is...
Often I get excited about where a new adventure...
A new friendship...
Where a new lease on life might lead....
And just as often as not...
I find I'm at a dead end....
sometimes miles from my home...
Or months from where I first started....
Yet....
Life goes on....
I re-route....
Or in some amazing cases...I blaze my own trail....
and create a whole new adventure....
Yes.... 2.33 miles from my front door....
There is a trail head....
And I know....
Even though it has it's own dead end...
One of these day's.... that trail and I are going to have an amazing adventure....
And I will find a way to make that trail my best friend....
But until then...
I will run every morning to that trail head....
Just to say hello...
to tell it I'm still here...
And we will still be friends....
Even if it didn't turn out to be the trail of my dreams.....
And then I will take the long way home so I can finish a solid 5 miles for the day....
Because as they say "5 miles a day... will keep the trail runners DNF away"....
(ok I made that up.... but it sounded good at the time).
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