Accomplishment

In recent light of tready passing away, I jumped in my car and drove down to Freeman Lake, 4.9 miles of up and down terrain, rocks, mud, pavement, and forest. It's the greatest feeling in the world, kicking your own butt to the point of exhaustion. That last stretch of trail, finish in sight, body completely on fire, clothes drenched in sweat, and your lungs about to explode; no greater feeling than overcoming those obstacles.

I love Freeman Lake, but I'm so used to the smooth ride of a treadmill that it kicked my butt. Running on natural terrain is so much harder than indoor distance running. But I'm very satisfied with my first outing, almost completely finishing the lake without stopping or feeling like it was undoable. It's nice to see others out there so early in the morning, killing themselves too, and having a common understanding why your out there as well looking like someone just stabbed you in your chest.

When I finished my run, I took a small walking lap back towards the benches that overlook the lake and chilled out for a while, taking in my epiphanies as they happened. I had so much to write about, plenty of pondering going on in those short moments. But the words would only feel forced now, so I'll just summarize as of right now, I want to go somewhere where I don't feel like I always have to be somewhere, I want to live next to that lighthouse in the Magestic; I want to call it my home, and share that peaceful experience with someone.