Behind our house is a logging road/trail perfect for my new life of running. I leave the house and walk, at a brisk pace, up the hill to the
start of the path. This is about a seven minute walk and gets my heart
going and my body warmed up. The trail goes through the woods, which remind me of the Northwest, where I'm from, and give me lots to think about. I remember hikes with my grandpa, walks with my boyfriend, and sitting on stumps writing in my journal. I've spent a lot of time in the woods, just never as a runner. So far I haven't been listening to my ipod. I'm watching the clock, sticking to my intervals. I'm looking around, enjoying my environment. So far, it hasn't been boring. At 15 minutes, I turn around and am thrilled to find myself at the starting point at the end of my 30 minutes, because that means I kept my pace for the second half of the run. Then I have the downhill seven minute walk home to cool off a little. After a good 10-15 minutes of stretching, I have to admit: I actually feel good.