I don't know what's worse, the fact that the exercise room in a giant hotel is smaller than a Starbucks, or that out of thousands of people staying at the hotel, only a handful of them are exercising. Suffered through dripping sweat for 12 miles on the dreadmill. It took 10 miles before my brain shut off. Reasonable or not, I paid my $20 allowance of snack money to run on that treadmill (stupid resort fees). The first 10 miles I lied to myself to pretend I was trail running. I did irregular footfalls, steep hills, and imagery. There's a trail I would run from our home when we lived in glenwood springs. It took 3 miles to get to the good stuff- soft high altitude dirt, sun peeking through thick trees, and the rare overlooks on the steep mountainside. This is my favorite memory to harness. Now I vary that memory with friends from the valley and the trails I've run with them. I used to feel guilty that when I am under discomfort or pain, like when I had my wisdom teeth removed while awake (no laughing gas) that my go to calming memory doesn't involve family or kids. Just trails. I'm over feeling guilty. It's an integrate part of me, a part that regardless of my circumstances, can't be taken away. I love my kids and family. But the trail therapy takes all my crazy away and gives me me. I would expect no less if it is, and has been, such an important an time consuming part of my life. Ok, I'm at work a a conference in vegas. Time to get back to it.
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