Feel again
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." Friedrich Nietzsche
A hazy sunset settled in the horizon as my tribe and I gathered at the Boyscout camp trail head. Armed with headlamps, hydration vests, flashlights and gels we stormed the trail; a train of adventure seekers ready to explore what this night had to offer.
It
 is said that when a person loses a sense, their other four become 
heightened.  I believe that is one of the reasons that night running is 
such a thrill.  Because it is dark, you are forced to listen.  You get 
wind of the snake first, only to see it slithering away in the beam from
 your flashlight. What sounds like someone throwing a bowling ball in 
the shrubbery it is probably just an innocent armadillo, but  beware of 
the constant mocking sound of the frog.  It can be truly maddening
.
.
The
 ripe smell of the swamp becomes more pungent in the musty night, and my
 friend even announced at one point that many animals must be hanging 
out in the brush, as the stinging scent of urine blew in.
With
 your sight taken away, your dance with the trail becomes dependent on 
your intuition for foot placement, and the sensations of your body 
moving in that space. You must trust that your light, quick steps will 
not fail you, weaving in and out with your partner
. 
You
 can't see the sweat, but you know its there, salty in your eyes and 
trickling down your legs; and  the bitter taste of the thick, humid air 
requires respect.  
At
 1:30 a.m. with 4 miles left to go, a fog of fatigue sneaks in.  I take 
one last gel and choose to dance the last call, running as fast as my
 breath and the terrain will allow.  A smooth shot of adrenaline takes 
me home as the trail and I tango together with sweaty tempestuousness.
Coming into the finish, spent and satisfied- I am renewed. For putting all of myself into the risks of this run has reminded me only of not of the true bad ass I am capable of being, but also what I am capable of FEELING if I chose to tune in and hear the music.
Coming into the finish, spent and satisfied- I am renewed. For putting all of myself into the risks of this run has reminded me only of not of the true bad ass I am capable of being, but also what I am capable of FEELING if I chose to tune in and hear the music.

Having run trails at night I can say this is amazingly perfect.
ReplyDeleteYou, my friend, are one with Nature. Great blog.
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