For years, I didn’t pay any attention to the work that went in to maintaining trails, especially trails that are vulnerable to overuse or weathering. I naively assumed that all trails just held up on their own, perfectly designed to withstand years of foot traffic and whatever weather events Mother Earth threw their way.
Each and every one of us are responsible for the marine debris problem in our waterways and ocean. Each choice we make to use a piece of plastic means we are potentially contributing to a problem that has a solution well beyond the scope of any individual person. But each and every person can be their own tiny part of the broader solution. We must think clearly about the choices we make each day.
Raise your hand if you are a runner and own a Garmin watch. I bet a lot of you do. I do too. It has been with me through two marathons, two ultramarathons, thousands of training miles, bike rides and hikes. But today. Today Garmin broke my heart.
I'm sure there are a lot of folks in the running community who likely have the same thoughts, difficulties and struggles as I do. I might not articulate my struggle fully here, but as we enter a new year, I want to shake the struggle and start fresh and rejuvenated.
Last weekend I laced up my trail shoes, slung on my hydration pack, tightened my headlamp and headed out on the trails. This was what I’ve been training for, for the past 5 months. This is what I had given up most Saturday’s for. This is what I had woken up before the sun for, day in and day out. This was my redemption race.
I have always been one to think ahead. Planning is my modus operandi, it’s what gets me through my days. Some of that is pure anxiety – I can’t handle not planning for things, because it stresses me out. If I plan to not have a plan, then I’m OK – but I still have to consciously say ‘Katie, you’re going to NOT plan something and just go with it today’.