With fear and trepidation I left the house this morning at 7:00 a.m. in a shroud of fog. I arrived at the trail head still filled with doubts and questioning my sanity, but I had to slay that dragon, conquer my Goliath and climb that mountain. The same familiar feeling overcame me as the race director said, "go." I was choked up ( and not from being left in the dust) and my eyes watered. "I'm actually running a race." "I'm conquering my fear."
We ran in fog most of the way, eerily beautiful, as were the delicate cobwebs along the trail. Towards the end of the 5 mile run the fog began to lift and blue sky appeared in contrast to the desert greens and browns.. What a beautiful day for trail running.
I didn't fall, I watched the trail continually, and I finished. I can do hard things. I'm ready to conquer life! Yay! And I wore padded gloves!
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