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My saturday runs usually go something like this:
Map out a route, each and every mile accounted for.
Drive to starting location.
Turn on music.
Run down roads.
Look at watch.
Pick up pace.
Mindless, foot over foot running.
Last week was different.
I had no plan.
No idea where I was heading.
I let Charly's leash out and let her lead the way.
Down a ravine.
Over a creek.
Over the same creek.
Again and again.
Coming up short into the water.
The squish of the mud, and branches snapping under my steps.
Cuts on my legs.
Shoes filled with brown muck.
Over a log,
ducking tree branches before they could swat me in the face.
An uneven path of rocks,
my eyes watching carefully where I placed each step.
And then snowed.
And then both at the same time.
Charly lead us up hills and down.
And back to the car.
Clueless to how far we ran,
or how fast or slow we ran it.
It was the best run......ever.
Completely opposite of what I'm used to, yet perfect.
I can't wait to get out again.
I'm craving it.
Wondering where we can go, and what new obstacles await.
I feel like I've woke up from a long hibernation of doing the same thing over and over and over.
That same day I broke away from my usual panang curry when we were at dinner and tried something new.
No surprise, I loved that too.
As nice and easy as routines are, I think it's nice to shake it up every now and then.
A book you wouldn't normally read.
A dinner you may be nervous to cook.
A path you have never thought to take.
It feels really good, I promise.