It was almost time to turn around. Today I wanted to catch up with some work outs and a couple 30 minute running intervals should do the trick. Furthermore I could run this, the Foothills Trail, and see how the spring is progressing. But now torn between running along the tiny sliver of land on the edge of the snow and a side-slipping snow scramble. I hung to the sliver of muddy trail. But the conditions were not enough to tun me around.
It was actually getting late. And I needed to get to Kenyon Nobel before it closed to get washing machine hoses. I finally got a washing machine, yes, but feel like I signed away my free self. Before everything I owned could fit in my beetle ready to relocate. I felt free and unencumbered. No I need a truck or something to move. Am I trapped. yes, it was late. But the waning time was not enough to turn me around.
A storm was ripping through the Bozeman Valley and I could feel it’s cold wind pick up and rake across the back of my neck. The thought of freezing temps and cold drenching rain splashed across my thoughts. Before I was thinking how just the day before I was hiking this very same trail with my best friend. My best friend now gone … away to Texas. And now I face weekends of finding stuff to do on my own. I would be back to the way I was. Doing stuff alone. Unencumbered and free. Free to keep going. And possibly never return. Should I just keep going?
The storm now closer was not enough to turn me around. But I did. This time. For no other reason but to see how fast I could run back to the car. And pick up some new washing machine hoses. And pack the car to travel once again to Missoula. To visit another best friend. And plan a race in Boise next weekend with another. And to go riding with other great friends. I had stuff to do.
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