Running on the Appalachian trail


Today I found a flow that I thought I had lost forever. The reason I thought I had lost my flow forever was because I failed to set out to achieve something I had been planning for over a year. To break the Appalachian Trail speed record. It’s been quite a few days now of reflection, dark thoughts and feelings of failure. After a heart-to-heart conversation with my mother this morning who is here in America with me I felt I had found my path again. Spending three hours on the Trail in Vermont/New Hampshire was just what I needed today. Time didn’t exist as I found myself moving forward along the trail effortlessly in what people call the runners high. 20 years ago I sat across from my mother at a table after running my first marathon with feelings of accomplishment, those feelings have come back today.