A knee injury, a baby, and a transcontinental move later, I am running again, people!
Once a week, there is nothing between me and 10 km of dirt road in the mountains.
Me, dust, heat and flowers, towering peaks, a mountain stream, and big quiet.
Half disbelieving every time I spot the half-way bridge and turning point that I got that far. And then I can’t help but yell a whoop because I really did get that far and it’s downhill all the way home.
I come back a different person, wife, mom.
Still blown away that my family gives to me so much more easily than I give to myself!
He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul.