I went to Goblin Valley, hiked Little Wild Horse and Bell slot Canyons, drove the Monument Valley loop on the Navajo Indian Reservation, and hiked Delicate Arch at Arches, all in the past 4 days, thanks to fabulous friends who like my company enough to let me camp out with them. The thing worth mentioning on the running blog was taking a few minutes to get dropped off to run about 2 miles down the long road to the sign along the highway into Monument Valley that says "Forrest Gump ended his cross country run at this spot, 1980". I've always loved the movie, and the moment when Forrest suddenly stops running, being followed by a pack of other runners seeking his wisdom, after 3 back to back transcontinental crossings. That moment, when he realizes he is done running is poignant. Aren't we all running away from pain, from our sadness? Having recently moved, cut my 8 inches off my hair, reevaluated my motivation and time commitment to running, I wondered if I was, like Forrest, ready to stop running 'from' what's been eating me alive most of the past 6 years. Am I ready to stop running? If not literally, figuratively? | 