tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780660902133427157.post4062542679766981268..comments2024-01-06T05:53:11.788-08:00Comments on Explore Fatigue: Kind of FreedomEric Grossmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12815195014020975781noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780660902133427157.post-42246951471925603662009-05-31T07:17:51.263-07:002009-05-31T07:17:51.263-07:00Your flashbacks have caused me to think back to da...Your flashbacks have caused me to think back to days of youth, when the seeds of a love for running and trails and adventure were sown.<br /><br />I'm taken back to when I reveled in being the fastest girl at Glen Forest Elementary in the 600-yard run for the Presidential Physical Fitness Awards... to building an imitation horse-style cross-country course around our woods and sailing through the trails with their daunting, solid jumps for the sheer joy of it (except for the day I sprained my ankle landing on a piece of wood that had tumbled off my father's firewood pile)... how I lightly outjumped every girl at Ellen Glasgow Junior High with my unorthodox barefoot style in the high jump (and then lost to my second-placed rival when I was forced to wear my slippery Keds at the regional track meet)... training in Schenley Park all summer between junior and senior years in college to run the Pittsburgh Great Race, only to chicken out at the sight of the crowds on the TV news previews and give my entry to someone else... as a young adult, running for hours in the 2600-acre Hill Forest with my pony who was not quite old enough to ride (Roadie is 26 now and still going strong!)... my anxiety over contesting my first 5K --the Great Raleigh Road Race-- knowing full well I did not belong in a running competition, yet taking the silver in the 30-34 age group anyway... only a few years later, running my first marathon --the Marine Corps Marathon-- secure in the knowledge that I would never have to do that again (that was 30 marathons and 25 ultras ago).<br /><br />Your flashbacks took me back in time, had me recall a lifetime of running for joy and adventure. I'm grateful to still get to experience that child-like freedom on the trails (wearing shoes now, of course). I hope there are decades of such good adventures still ahead for all of us.<br /><br />-- SylvanaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780660902133427157.post-82357279190377483232009-05-27T07:00:09.732-07:002009-05-27T07:00:09.732-07:00"Freedom for me is good lungs." Love that.
I app..."Freedom for me is good lungs." Love that.<br /><br />I appreciate your weaving of childhood tales into this journey towards Western States. How we craft our own narrative and weave our own histories and memories together into something meaningful is most fascinating.Robin O Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04351522737934636481noreply@blogger.com