This week I went back to my first home as a wife, mom, daughter-in-law, an adult.
My husband and I met in the mountains, so my love for them has been a long time in the making; in fact that is the only place my family vacationed growing up…who would want to lay on the beach when there was a packet of freeze dried stroganoff and a back packing adventure with your name on it?!
Moving to Pinedale was a huge step for me. I moved away from my family to start my life as a new family unit with Ryan. I moved from a relatively large town, (as well as growing up in the Twin Cities) to a very small town where everybody knows your name.
I had a hard time adjusting to my new life. I was still holding onto my demons from the past, (eating wise) and running was more of a job than it was enjoyable. I never went out more than 3 miles at a time. I did train for a marathon with some amazing friends towards the end of my stay in Pinedale and had a blast…but it was hard not to when you’re running with your friend’s boyfriend kindly cat calling you from behind telling us girls how great the view was back there! Thank you Dave!
Long story short….for most of my stay…my head and heart was not in a good place.
I didn’t actually fall in love with Pinedale and my life until the very end of our stay and then was immediately transferred to the midwest again…funny how life does that to you.
Why do I share this?
Today, this week, since I’ve been in a better place really…..running has become a joy for me. Running here in Wyoming again on the same roads I used to run every day, was heaven. I might have been running familiar roads, but it was a completely different experience.
I realized this trip that it wasn’t the beauty of the mountains, (although it helped!) that made me feel absolutely blissed out, It was due to the fact that I am where I need to be in my life at this moment, (even if it is back in Minot, sigh….).
Don’t get me wrong…there were days in the not so distant past that stunk and subsequently my run stunk too…I also know that the future might not always deal me the best of cards…but, I didn’t worry about all that…I was too busy having fun.
Growing up and becoming more grounded in my existence has made each day and every route a fresh start
I’m hoping to take this feeling with me as I head home tomorrow. I have a long training road ahead of me before Boston. Inevitably there are going to be days when I am going to be in a bad mood and my runs won’t feel the best. However, I am hoping that I can bank the feelings felt on my trip and am able to draw upon them to get me back to these stellar running moments! God Bless Mountains….Mother Nature…you did good!
And now for some obligatory vacation photo bombing =)