Last week I flew to Colorado to take care of my little brothers while my parents were away celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary. It was a really nice time to hang with my brothers and sister. My brothers are both 14 so talking to them sometimes involved putting them in a headlock or bribing them with movies and candy, but that’s okay Plus having quality time with just my sister while the boys were at school was fabulous.
The second day I was there I went for a run in my parents’ neighborhood and it was horrid. The hills plus the altitude nearly flattened me…and it was boring. All I could think about was getting it over with. So, the next day, determined to still get my cardio in, I headed to a place only 15 minutes from my parents house called Garden of the Gods. It was amazing. They have all of these trails and even though it was still hard, running there it felt like an adventure.
The paths would go up and down ravines. It was gorgeous. Changing your perspective is so helpful sometimes. I was still doing the same running, but I felt adventurous and accomplished. At one point when I was in kind of a remote area, I thought about a bear attacking me or some crazy mountain lion & I freaked out a bit which in turn made me run faster. Haha. I didn’t even listen to music…at first just because my Pandora station couldn’t connect because it lost all service…but once it was off I kind of loved it. I could hear myself breathing. I could hear the wind in the trees. It made me feel connected to myself and my surroundings.
There was a point when I came to a hill that was pretty steep for me…but I decided it would be worth it to get to the top to see the view. It was hard. And I thought I was gonna lose a lung. But I made it. And the view was gorgeous and I was thankful I pushed myself up the hill.
Don’t be afraid of the uphill.
There might be something worth huffing it for on the other side.
Below are some pics!