Me and My Mountain
Monday, December 28, 2009
Have you ever had that "Rocky at the top of the steps" moment? Well, I was reacquainted with mine on Saturday.
There is this road, where my parents live, that I used to run when I would visit. It is one of those hills that never ever seem to end and just when you see the top, it becomes steeper. I love this hill...it is actually called High Point Road.
Well, since I was at their place and still needed to get my workout in, I thought why not give it a try. It was lightly snowing as I headed out onto the main highway. After a half mile, I turned left and began the steady climb.
It was so beautiful and silent. Just my feet hitting the pavement.
I wasn't the first on this road. The tell tale tracks left in the snow told me a few turkeys, rabbits and squirrels had ventured out. Even one other runner had made the trek (I was inwardly jealous because they had yak tracks on their shoes).
It was like being with a friend you hadn't seen in awhile. Awkward at first, but then you relax and it was as if you have never been apart. And the hill seemed to remember me, welcoming me back and urging me to the top.
I don't know what it is but I always feel like shouting out and doing a little dance when I get to the top. I just feel invincible and at peace.
Thank you High Point...Till we meet again.