Monday, April 09, 2012
The Road Taken
They complete me.
I run on the treadmill, and still continue to do so. And when I say run, I mean, walk at a very fast pace at a slight incline and then right in the middle, I run for 2-3 minutes, just to get my heartrate up. I don't mean that I actually, like run, for a large amount of time. I'm just not built that way.
The hubby, on the other hand, can run 3-5 miles on any given day, just for the heck of it. *ugh*
But when I have the time, and the girl isn't busy with homework or her friends, we jump in the jeep and go to one of the two close parks that have access to these trails. There are a ton of different trails and we have tried most of them.
We take off and explore and it feels like there's not another person in the world out there. It feels remote and removed.
This day, we stumbled upon an old settlement of some sort, I'll take more photos the next time we visit it. There was an old rusted pump with the base of a pumphouse around it and the foundation of a house-like area off to the side. Deep, deep in the woods.
Just yesterday, we took another trip, this time with the fireman and the youngest boy! They don't normally go with us.
We'll walk about 30-45 minutes or so, running here and there and then when we think we've gone far enough, we turn around and head back, or try to find another path back.
We're gone around an hour, sometimes more.
It's peaceful and I pulling feel on my body, my muscles working and stretching. I didn't used to enjoy this. It's a learned thing. I like the feel of exercise, like I'm doing something good for myself. Lean and strong. Or, well... leaner than I was...