Happy In The Woods

Yesterday I lived the life of a cat. I laid in bed until it became uncomfortable, moved to the couch, sat until I was uncomfortable, repeat. I napped. I put my feet up and relaxed. It was great, but it also served a purpose.

I really wanted to hike today. Because of training, I haven't been able to do much hiking, and I missed it. I was pretty wrecked after the half, and I was worried I would be too sore/sick for hiking. I tried to rest as completely as possible. I drank tons of water. I ate well. I stretched. I went to bed early. I did everything I could to be ready to hike this morning.

Surprisingly, I woke up feeling pretty good. A little tight in the hamstrings and calves, but not too bad. I was so excited. I like running, but it is a challenge. A love/hate relationship. I have to work to enjoy it. Races are fun, but it is not a calming atmosphere. It's exciting, and the people watching is great. It's a fun thing to do once in a while, but it challenges me in every way. I am not comfortable. I never relax.

Hiking, while challenging, is my comfort zone. I am happy in the woods. I like taking my time and taking in the views. It's still hard work, but it's much more relaxed. It's a pretty amazing feeling to be the only people on a mountain. Nothing but nature on every side. I love it.

Ahhh...that's better. :)